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The door slammed sharply to announce Calvin's arrival. Simon didn't even have to hear the aggravated huff to know it'd been a bad day for the poor human. Most days, of course, were bad days for Calvin but most days the trip home relaxed by the time he got to the apartment. This time he stormed up to the couch and threw his pants haphazardly across the room before throwing himself next to his vulpine roommate on the couch.

He wasn't particularly unique as far as humans go. He was a man of average intelligence, build and looks. An every man. His skin was a bit more pale than most from his very indoor hobbies and his mid section softer than some from his love of orange soda but really he was like anyone else. And like anyone else he worked a job that gave him the short end of the stick every chance it got.

Of course calling him completely unremarkable is a bit of a lie. He was well hung. With his lays splayed out in wrathful disarray there was no mistaking his prodigious size but Simon had grown inured to the spectacle of his friend's crotch. A fat, meaty tackle slopped over the edge of the cushion, 14 inches of raw masculinity that betrayed his otherwise unassuming visage. It didn't really swell much bigger than that, maybe an inch or so but he really didn't need it to. Soft it was more than most people could handle.

The fox, though, could. He did often, in fact. Sometimes he even had daydreams that drifted toward the next time they'd play around. It was impressive, after all. They were hardly the daydreams of a lust addled high-schooler but when he wanted a bit of attention his mind went straight to Calvin.

This afternoon wasn't one of those times, however. Still, Simon knew what his roommate needed so he put his book aside, peeled himself off the couch and tugged off his shorts, kicking them gently out of the way and bending over the edge of the couch bracing himself before he shot the human a sympathetic look. "If you need to go a little rough, go ahead."

Calvin brushed his dark brown hair back and sighed, debating the urge to hold on to his rage a while longer or vent as he very genuinely needed to but after a long second he stood up and stroked his length with a tight grip, squeezing blood and arousal into the heavy organ. "Thanks, man. I'll try not to go too hard."

Their arrangement had been like this for a long time. It wasn't romance. It was advanced friends with benefits. With Simon's libido and Calvin's lack of partners it was just very convenient to be this way. The human knelt down behind his roommate as he finally started to leak precum and spread the familiar asscheeks apart, smearing his juices on the warm hole mercifully. It was just on the kind side of fisting when he used the thing so he was always glad for his copious lubrication, nearly gushing out precum like a super soaker before he shoved his meat in.

The fox's backside had grown just as used to the size as his eyes so it slide in deep with little extra coaxing. Simon rocked from the force of it and groaned deeply from the familiar fullness but as soon as he felt the human's smooth balls against his own velvety ones he was ready for it. All his lust came bubbling to the surface and he needed a dicking as much as his roommate needed a fuck. But still an aura of casual friendship pervaded over the living room and rather than moan and beg the fox looked over his shoulder.

"So do you want to talk about it?" he asked before the pounding began, grunting as the first thrust forced him to focus on not getting plowed between the cushions.

"Actually yeah," Calvin replied as he kneeded the doughy cheeks presented to him.

Readily, he explained the situation between pants and grunts and cathartic spanks. It was a story anyone would know. Negligence and stupidity piling on top of each other in a whirlwind of trouble and resentment. But as the story went on the pent up anger focused in his hips. He slammed hard into his roommate, each one making a muted slap in the air while Simon listened trying to give off as much of a patient, compassionate air as he could while holding on for dear life and enjoying the thickness massaging his prostate.

Calvin often joked how well suited Simonwas for this sort of thing. The best descriptor for him was thick. For a fox he was remarkably heavy set and he had never been really pressed to change it. His wide hips cushioned each blow well while his thick legs glistened with the precum oozing out of his hole with each thrust. Otherwise he wasn't terribly remarkable either, just an oversized fox taking his friend's oversized flesh over and over.

Soon enough though the story was told and all that was left was for the human to release his aggression. So he leaned over the fox, grabbing on tight despite the size difference and doubles his efforts. His balls, as monstrous as his cock and slicked with precum and sweat made a sharp wet noise each time, a sound fused with a sensation that Simon relished. If he weren't so busy offering his honest if a bit rote condolences he might have really moaned out despite their less than erotic relationship but as it was he just twisted his hips to increase his friend's pleasure and tried to match his exertion as he dribbled his own juices onto the floor.

But their sessions, however numerous, never lasted long. With a dull curse and a final deep thrust, Calvin exploded inside his vulpine friend. Perhaps calling the two of them unremarkable really wasn't fair to them. Both of them were fairly special as far as sex goes. Both were prodigious cummers. Simon still had milk jugs full of his own cum in the fridge and Calvin was proving that if he were so inclined to fill them he could.

A brilliant corona of cum bloomed around his cock after only a moment of filling the fox. The pressure was great enough that the elastic hole simply couldn't hold it all while his balls pumped rope after rope of his thick cream into the plump and abused ass. Simon moaned gratefully as he felt the heat fill his gut, stretching him slowly as they stayed locked at the hip to keep clean up to a minimum. Still, cum was getting everywhere, lines of it staining the Calvin's shirt and seeping into the fox's fur would take a while to clean out and still more came.

An apologetic tap to the ass joined a relieved thank you as they both relished the human's continuing ejaculation. Quickly, there was a thick coat of cream over both their hips but the stream went on, dropping off bit by bit but not until Simon was bloated and heavy with hot batter.

"Where's your plug, Si?" Calvin asked, searching the room as his cock finally stopped spraying.

Swallowing a mouthful of cum that made it too far through his system, the fox waved toward his shorts and before he could even settle his stomach, he felt the strange relief of cock pulling free only to have it replaced by the dull pressure of his fat plug locking the cum inside. He hadn't "finished" but he was always content when he was full like this. So he clumsily pulled his shorts back on, his wet ass darkening the fabric before he sat back down on the couch and resumed his book. "You feel better, man?"

"Yeah totally. I'm gonna order some pizza. Will you be okay for tonight or should I order a large?"

Simon burped, cum dribbling unbidden down his chin before he could lick it back up. "Don't worry about me. But I think I'll need some help getting cleaned up later."

"Cool. We'll take care of it once the pizza's here. I can blow you for dessert."