Teenagers (Part 2)
Part two of my new story! :)
And yeah I know most of you are thinking "What the fudge is going on, Foxyshoes having two submissions in three days?!" But I guess im just on a roll atm xD
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As soon as the fox closed the door behind him Marc spun the tyres and drove off. Sammy was pretty confused; mostly because he lives near-by so if the Lion was just playing a joke and making him walk home he could have done something better than this. But he soon realised what was happening when four of Marc's jock friends emerged from the old factory.
The fox thought about running, but the truth is that there was probably no point; they could catch him in less than thirty seconds. So he stood his ground as the first of the jocks (a lion like marc) threw the first punch straight into Sammy's gut. This only made him stumble back against the second jock that was behind him. (Sammy didn't get a good look at this one, but guessed it was some kind of canine). The large canine pushed him directly into the dirt and kicked him in the back.
The fox let out a scream of pain at that but it was cut short by another kick to the stomach. They all hit him in places that wouldn't be very noticeable, but still hurt like hell.
As the fox got to his knees trying to stand, he felt something solid smacking into the back of his head, knocking him back to the ground, this was the last thing the fox remembered.
First he heard the splash of the rain, and then he felt it on his back and finally opened his eyes to see the night sky. He tried to stand and stumbled to the ground again before finally finding his paws and got up. He put a paw to the back of his head and saw blood on it. That's when he realised what had happened.
He had left his phone in his schoolbag which was in Marc's car so the only thing the fox could really do was begin the walk home. He had no idea what time it was, he was completely focused on what to say to his parents when he got home. If they are home that is.
Knowing his parents, if he told them what actually happened they'd freak out and probably make him move school, which he really didn't want. Especially since he came out and most -most- of them people there are okay with it. But telling them what happened would mean having a conversation with them about his sexuality, er, awkward. Sammy's pretty sure they already know, but they've never said anything to them, whether this is a good thing or not the fox doesn't know.
Or he could lie about the whole thing, make up some excuse for what happened and then they'd never know, he would probably be grounded but that's a worthy sacrifice. But also, if they didn't know, then they couldn't stop it from happening again.
He tossed the ideas around in his head on the trip home, finally deciding on telling them he got mugged on his way home, and he wanted to get home quicker so he was planning on going through the field. The thief pushed him; he fell and was knocked unconscious until now.
When he got to the driveway of the large two story house he noticed his dad's car was gone; looking for him no doubt. He knocked on the door and within 3 seconds his mother was at the door hugging him.
The conversation with him and his parents (as soon as his dad was home) went as expected. Them gasping at the end of all his sentences then getting all wound up when he was done. Saying they're going to find the punk and make him pay and all that big talk. The fox was exhausted by this stage and went to bed, falling asleep as soon as his head it the pillow.
He awoke the next morning. Not feeling very fresh at all. He arose from his bed to find a note from his mother on his side table, simply telling him to stay home for the day and rest, that she'll be home at 4.
He immediately shot to his en-suite bathroom, had his morning pee and turned on the shower, waiting for it to heat up he looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. He really needed a shower.
He slipped off his trunks and hopped in the shower, jumping at the scalding water.
He scrubbed most out of the dirt out of his fur with his brush before squirting a pawful of soap in his paw and rubbed it on his chest and neck.
He rubbed over each arm and then slowly down his sides and back up. Around his belly and slowly started rubbing lower and lower, almost to his sheath and back up.
He got another pawful of soap and shot straight for his upper legs, then his inner thigh, working his way up as far as sack and dropped back down.
At this point he was starting to feel a stirring in his sheath, the red tip poking out from its white furry cage.
Sammy reached around to his lower back scrubbed, then moved onto his tail, making sure to make it nice and soft and fluffy.
He then got another pawful of soap, reached around and started massaging his cheeks, working his way down and around to his tailhole. With one finger he massaged around his tight pucker, teasing himself over and over again.
He leaned forward against the shower wall, resting the side of his face against the warm tiles. His finger still rubbing away.
His cock had now fully emerged from his sheath, a respectful 6.5 inches. And Sammy was getting very worked up. With his finger he finally found the centre of his pucker, and pushed up, wincing at first before getting up as far as his finger can.
He imagined a lion like Marc, imagined his 7 foot body of muscle on top of him. Pounding into him as hard as he can, proving his dominance, firing his 10 inch lion cock fully into the tight fox's ass as far and as hard as he can repeatedly. Up and down, in and out.
At this point the fox had two fingers in, working at speed. He then couldn't resist and grabbed his own cock and started pumping at it. It was fully lubed up with a mixture of pre and soap.
He imagined the powerful lion grabbing him forcefully by his hips as he started ramming into him faster. He imagined the sound of the lions hips slapping against the fox's ass faster and faster. He could almost feel those big lion balls slapping against his own with every powerful thrust. He imagined the lion finally putting all his weight down on this, mate-biting at his neck as he felt his insides fill up with lion cum. The lion roaring into his fur as the seed started leaking from the fox's tailhole.
Sammy's paw worked harder and harder until his balls finally gave in and squirted length after length of his own seed all over the wall in front of him, slowly dripping down.