Used Books
Wednesday mornings were always particularly quiet at the used book store, especially during the summer season. While parents were out going to work and most cubs were just waking up, a young fox named Summer was already awake and ready for the day. Every morning (with the exception of Sundays when he went to church with his family) he would either go down to the Library or to the used book store where he spent the majority of his time and parent's money.
On this particular Wednesday morning, Summer came to the store as he usually did and greeted the owner, appropriately named Mr. Booker.
"Morning Mr. Booker!" the young fox cub chirped as he set his backpack (which he carried around, even when school was out) by the front entrance.
"Well good morning to you too! And how are you this morning?" the middle-aged rabbit asked as he wiped down a glass book display.
"I'm alright," Summer replied, "How are you?"
"I'm doing well. Looking for anything in particular?"
Summer shook his head, glossing over the cover of a crime novel. Though Mr. Booker had always tried to encourage him to read more books aimed at his demographic, he never discouraged Summer from reading the latest King or Grisham novel, even if they were out of his literary range. He thought that the pup seemed exceptionally bright for his age and not just because he spent all his mornings perusing the aisles of books rather than hanging out with friends outside.
"Well let me know if you need anything," he said, letting the cub wander off on his own.
Summer explored the aisles of the Fiction, Fantasy, and Sci-Fi sections before heading downstairs to the non-fiction books. Despite the level being below ground, the downstairs was cozy but not stifling or warm. It was pleasant even during long, hot summers and freezing winters.
Summer browsed through the aisles, gazing over the spines of each book and picking out a few that caught his eye. Since it was a used bookstore, there were always new books coming in and out. Summer loved to see which ones were new and which ones he might have looked over a million times before. His meandering eventually led him to an aisle he hadn't been down before. He noticed a little banner that hung above a shelf of books that read "LGBT and Women's Studies". It was a small section, stationed between "Social Sciences" and "Native American/African History".
Summer had never thought of himself as gay or entertained the thought of another guy being attractive, but he had also never done the same for the other gender. His eye caught a book that was titled, "A Gentleman's Guide to Gay Sex." Curious, he pulled the book out and studied the cover. It featured a barely nude grey wolf hugging the torso of a tiger in a submissive, sensual way. Summer found himself ogling at the cover, unable to take his eyes off it. He felt something stirring in him, new emotions awakening and exciting feelings he hadn't felt before. He opened the book with trembling fingers and flipped through the pages. He didn't even hear the shuffling behind him as he gazed at an illustration of a wolf sucking off a stag.
"What cha got there?" Mr. Booker asked, startling the young fox.
"N-nothing..."
The rabbit chuckled, spying the book the fox cub was trying to hide. He plucked the book from his paw and flipped open to the page Summer had been on. Summer trembled like a cub caught guilty with his paw in the cookie jar.
"Looks like fun," he said, winking at Summer, "You ever tried this with another guy?"
Swallowing nervously, Summer shook his head.
"Would you like to?" Mr. Booker asked, softly and surreptitiously.
The young fox opened his maw to speak but nothing came out. He just nodded his head, feeling the room growing warmer around him.
Mr. Booker grinned and knelt down in front of the fox pup, putting one paw on his shoulder as he used his other to rub his bulge. Summer let out a low moan as he shivered, blushing heavily at the rabbit's firm touch. He felt the adult's paws unzipping his fly and letting his pants slip down to the floor, exposing his tighty whities.
The rabbit leaned down and rubbed his nose against the tenting undergarment, breathing in the pup's youthful, musky scent. He opened his maw and suckled the tip of the bulge, sucking sweet pre from the fabric as he reached around to grope the pup's ass. He gently tugged down Summer's underwear, uncovering the young puppybits. He grinned wide at the tiny package, watching as the four inch cocklet bobbed and twitched before him.
He took the whole length of his foxmeat in his maw, sucking as skillfully as he had done since he was the pup's age. He fondled and played with his balls as he suckled the cocklet, moaning deeply and loudly around the puppy's dick. He listened to Summer's moans and whines of intense pleasure. He felt him grip his long ears in his paws and thrust instinctively into his maw. Mr. Booker chuckled and thought, 'Now he's getting the hang of it...' as he continued to suck and vibrate the cocklet with his moans.
He was so engrossed in pleasuring the young fox that he almost didn't hear the jingle of the bell hanging over the front door. The rabbit swiftly pulled his lips off the pup's cock and tugged his pants and underwear back up over his twitching member.
"We'll have to finish this some other time then," the rabbit said, flustered. He looked up and saw a look on Summer's face that worried him.
"Are you okay?" he asked, concerned.
The fox broke a smile much to the rabbit's relief and said, "Yeah."
"Good, good," the rabbit winked, "How would you like a job here?"
The fox grinned wide, "I'd love that!"