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#3 of Red Hots. Enjoy.

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When my friend Mark had offered to help with my New Year's resolution to get fit, I didn't think it would mean running at the break of dawn and wearing spandex shorts. Both were things I tried to avoid, mostly for the same reason.

I was fat.

And because it was 6AM on a January morning, I was freezing my chubby ass off. Wasn't fat supposed to keep you warm?! I hopped from foot to foot and rubbed my hands together, doing my best to ignore the vapor of my breath in the air.

Mark came jogging over from the parking lot about five minutes late, give or take. It was easy to forget about the cold when I watched him move. He was wearing the same dark blue spandex shorts and white mesh tank top that I was wearing, but he made it look good. He had the long and slender limbs that most rabbits had, but they were packed with compact muscle that rippled in motion.

"Sorry, sorry!" He called to me, waving his paws apologetically. I believed him. Mark had never been late before, and he usually beat me to the park in the morning.

I blew out a sigh and shrugged. It wasn't like I was mad.

Just cold.

"You do your stretches yet?" He asked as he came to a stop beside me. His long ears swayed forward and back like one of those floppy car antennas would when a car braked too hard.

I shook my head. "Nah. I was waiting for you." I was careful to say the words without any edge in my voice. I was grateful just to have him there with me, and I didn't want him to think I was upset over something so minor.

He smiled at me, flashing me a pair of large, perfectly white teeth. I could have sworn I saw my reflection in them. "OK, well, let's get to it."

Mark turned and walked over to one of the park benches that were scattered up and down the pathway we used. He grabbed the back of the bench with both hands, then he leaned in and threw his ass out, his legs rigid.

It turns out that a lot of the same stretches that work the legs and back are also kind of... Hot. Sure, I felt a little guilty for checking him out, but damn. This was about the only way I was ever going to see Mark bent over in front of me, and I was going to enjoy every moment I got. The rabbit ran every damn day, and he had the legs and rock-hard ass to show for it. His cute little tail didn't hurt the picture, either.

"You ready for a good sweat today?" He asked.

My eyes flickered to the sliver of brown fur above his waistband, where his shirt had rode up his back. "You bet," I murmured.

Mark finished up pretty quick, quicker than I'd like, and moved aside to give me a turn. I grimaced and stepped up with all the enthusiasm of a French noble approaching a guillotine, and did my best to copy him.

I was a mixed-breed cat, part-panther, part-something, and all black. I was supposed to be agile and flexible, but no one ever told my body. I grunted and groaned as I went through the routine, and my stiff body gradually loosened up.

When I turned back around, Mark jerked his head up. Wait. Was he... Checking me out? Nah. Probably just checking my form.

"Good to go?" He asked, bright and chipper.

I nodded. "Yeah." I tugged my shirt back down across my belly. "Let's do it."

Mark could have left me in the dust if he wanted to, no contest. Even the modest improvements I'd made in the past couple weeks brought me nowhere close to his speed or endurance. But he didn't run off alone, or push me to give anything but my best. He ran side-by-side with me the whole time, and tried not to make it look too easy for him.

He was a real sweetheart.

"Jesus," I wheezed as we began a walking cycle. I was sweating up a storm, and my knees were less than happy, but at least I wasn't cold anymore. "How do you do this every day?"

"I don't. Sometimes I go lift instead." Somehow, he managed to say it without sounding smug. Mark was a better man that I was. "If you wanna try it out sometime, I could take you to the gym with me."

I damn near tripped over my own Reeboks. Mark? Me? Gym? I shivered, and it damn sure wasn't from the cold.

See, I had a secret. It wasn't that I had a crush on Mark, or that I was gay. We were both as gay as morning sunshine, and Mark had to know that I liked him.

The secret was that I'd seen Mark's profile on a gay 'dating' app. It wasn't like I'd gone looking for him or anything, but I was drunk, and I was horny, and I was browsing through scores of unattainable men when I'd just sort of stumbled across it.

I'd seen him naked. Very naked. I knew what his pert and perfect bunny ass looked like without those pesky shorts in the way, and I had drooled at the sight of his ten-inch cock. His profile had said he liked to top, but also enjoyed being on the receiving end of things, and... Well. I'd visited his profile a few times.

I couldn't deal with Mark in a gym, because a gym meant locker rooms. It meant showers. It meant maybe changing in front of each other, and I knew I couldn't deal with that. Just the thought was enough to send blood rushing down into my shorts.

"No!" I blurted out. "I don't think I'm ready for that." I smiled at him and did my best to think about baseball and grandmas, trying to fight down my growing boner. I wasn't as hung as he was, but I wouldn't be able to hide a raging hard-on in the shorts I was wearing.

"OK man, but I think you're missing out. You've got a good build for it." I snorted. He laughed and shook his head, grinning at me. "No, really. You could really bulk up if you put in a little work."

I looked down at myself, and then I looked at him. "I don't think I need to be any bulkier." If my voice was any dryer, it would have sucked the moisture right out of the air.

Mark rolled his eyes and looked down across my body. I felt a pang of something that wasn't quite shame, just a timid shyness. "I think you'd look pretty hot with big arms and nice, thick thighs." He reached down and gave my belly a sound pat. "We could get you one of those black leather X things to wear across your chest, a biker hat, maybe some chaps..."

"Oh yeah, a nerd leather-daddy. I'll wear all that crap the day you put on a leash and collar."

He glanced at me, his green eyes met mine, and his lips curled up into a smirk. "Who says I haven't?" The tone of his voice was just shy of lurid, and it, along with the accompanying mental image, made my dick surge against the too-tight spandex shorts I had on.

I broke off from him and headed over to a nearby drinking fountain, gesturing for one second. I drank down big gulps of freezing water, and splashed some across my face and chest. It kept me from getting too hard, but I knew I was sporting some kind of bulge against my shorts, and it wasn't going to go away anytime soon.

"You wanna take a break?" Mark called from the path.

I nodded without turning around, gulping down more water. He walked over to a nearby bench and sat down, and once I was done, I joined him.

"Sorry," I said as I fell beside him.

He waved his hand. "It's cool. Running takes a lot out of you. It's important not to push too hard, or you'll end up hurt." Mark lifted one leg up onto the bench and turned to look at me, his hand resting on my sweaty black shoulder. "I'm proud of you for keeping this up. Give it another few weeks, and I'm sure you'll see some results that you're happy with."

I blushed and looked away. "Yeah. Well." I shrugged. "Anything to look good naked."

He chuckled, and even though I didn't look, I could tell by the tone of his voice that he was grinning. "That's what this is about, huh? I should have guessed. Most people don't get fit for their health." The paw on my shoulder slid closer to my neck, pushing aside a small band of white mesh. That moment of his fur grinding against mine felt better than it had any right to. "You don't need exercise."

I glanced at him with one eyebrow raised. My expression must have read like a starving man who'd been told he didn't need to eat.

"You need confidence," he said. Then he looked my body over, openly, and without the slightest hint of timidness about the whole affair. I swallowed as I watched his eyes travel down to my thighs, his gaze lingering for a beat. He was checking me out and making a show of it, and just the weight of his eyes was enough to make my body thrum with want.

My mouth went dry as the paw on my shoulder slid in a little closer, and a single clawed finger dragged down across the side of my neck. The tip of his claw raked down against the grain, leaving a narrow line of tingling flesh in it's wake.

I got hard. Well, harder. Just the touch of his finger was enough to make my dick stand at attention and strain against my shorts. My briefs hadn't a hope in hell of keeping it down.

"Harry," he murmured, his voice taking on a dangerously seductive quality. "I'm glad you want to get in shape, but I've always liked you just the way you are."

My first thought was bullshit, but... If it wasn't true, why was he coming on so strong? Mark wouldn't screw with me like that. He wasn't that kind of guy.

I looked at him, and I was painfully aware of just how close he'd gotten. Our short muzzles were separated by little more than an inch, and we shared every misty breath.

Mark closed that distance and his lips pushed against mine, soft, and cold from the morning air. My mind went blank and my jaw went slack as his tongue slid gracefully into my mouth and lashed across mine. At some point, my mind registered that I was kissing someone, and my tongue began to move against his.

The kiss ended much like it started- Gently, and without warning. He stared back at me with lidded, smoldering eyes when our mouths parted, and I had no doubt that the kiss had not been an act of mercy or kindness. Mark wanted me.

The endorphins in my blood were met with a rush of hormones, and they swirled through my bloodstream like rocket fuel. My heart beat went wild, and I just stared at Mark, too stunned to do anything.

"You look real cute with that look on your face. If I had my phone, I'd take a picture," he murmured. The rabbit leaned away from me, his hand still resting on my shoulder, and allowed his body to sprawl out a bit. When his thighs fell apart, I looked down between them and found him just as hard as I was- Only much, much bigger.

"You wanna touch it?" He all but purred. My eyes traced the curve of his erection down the front of his shorts, and I could tell in an instant that he wasn't wearing anything beneath him. The bulge of his hard sheath pressed against the spandex, hiding nothing. With his legs thrown open like they were, I could even see the outline of his plum-sized bunny balls.

Hell yes I want to touch it.

I reached toward him with a trembling paw, sure that he was going to evaporate before I could touch him. I was certain it had to be a dream, but when my paw fell upon his thigh, he sure felt solid enough. His leg was warm, and sweaty, and deliciously muscular.

He moaned as I slid my paw up, traveling from just above his knee to the inside of his thigh. It wasn't loud, just a quiet, breathy thing, but it made my heart skip a beat. I ran out of thigh in short order, and I found the back of my fingers resting against his balls.

I wet my lips and fidgeted nervously as I slid my paw up and pressed my palm against his cock, groping him through his shorts. He wasn't quite as girthy as I thought he'd be, but he was still plenty thick, and his dick jumped against my roaming paw.

He closed his eyes and leaned back, a low and steady churr coming from his lips as my paw ran up and down his impressive tool. It threw off heat like a newly minted rod of hot steel, warming my palm and fingers. The damp spot near the head grew darker and damper, spreading as I ground against him.

"Harry," he breathed, his voice hot with desire. "You ever think about sucking my dick?"

Only every day and twice on Thursday, I thought. For a second, I thought he was asking if I wanted to go back to his place.

Then I realized he wanted it right here.

Right now.

In public.

The fact that my first thought wasn't Hell No told me just how bad I wanted it, how bad I wanted him. The park wasn't exactly crowded at this time of day ( which was why we came when we did ), but we were on a path that ran beside a soccer field. There were woods on one side of us, but there was nothing but flat, open terrain in every other direction, without so much as a bush to hide behind.

"Here?" I croaked.

He met my eyes and reached down between his thighs to take hold of my hand. He pressed it up against his shaft and crushed my fingers against it's throbbing length. "Right here. Right now."

"What if someone sees us? What if a cop comes?" I asked, desperate for an excuse not to give in.

Mark laughed and tilted his head forward, giving him an almost predatory appearance. "Then they can wait their turn until you're done with me." And with that, he pushed my hand away, and tugged down the front of his shorts.

There's a big difference between seeing a picture of a ten-inch dick, and seeing it in the flesh. It was long, and proud, I watched with something akin to awe as it slid from his sheath and grew to it's full potential.

Neither of said a word. I just stared at his dick and listened to the sound of my heartbeat, which had gotten kind of loud all of a sudden. I didn't know how a guy could be so casual about whipping his dick out in public, but then again, I'd probably do it too if I was hung like that.

He didn't have to push me, all he had to do was wait. He knew I'd cave.

I slid off the bench and fell to my knees between his thighs, barely taking notice of the cold asphalt beneath my legs. I put my shaking paws on his knees and pushed them apart a little more, which made his dick stand a bit taller. He was sweaty from our run, and the smell of it only added to the raw, masculine scent pouring off his body.

He lifted a paw and placed it on my head, scratching encouragingly behind one ear. A nervous purr welled up in my chest as I grabbed his bare dick in both hands, one stacked on-top of the other. Mark crooned in delight as a stream of pre oozed from his slit and trickled across the knuckles of my right hand.

I didn't wait to be told. I leaned down and engulfed his mushroom with my lips, feeling more alive than I ever had before. The bitter-sweet taste of his pre mixed with the sweat on his skin, giving him a savory, gamy taste that made my mouth water for more.

My tail thrashed with excitement as both my paws began to knead and tug at his stiff flesh, working him a bit more roughly than I probably should have. Mark slid closer to the edge of his seat and bucked into my muzzle as I slurped and sucked, his paw pulling my head down his bobbing dick.

"Harry, if I'd known you could suck dick like this..." He gasped and shivered as I moved my right hand out of the way and abruptly engulfed half of him in one smooth, slick dip of my muzzle. The paw on the back of my head grabbed a handful of hair and shoved me down, forcing me to swallow more of him. He didn't stop until my lips were mashed up against my other paw, with the head of his cock wedged in my throat.

He let go a second later and breathed out something that sounded like 'sorry', but I didn't care. Sorry for what? I was in cock-sucking Heaven.

"H-Harry, s-stop," he breathed out, his voice high and feathery.

I thought we were busted. I ripped my lips off of him and looked around, left and right, looking for whoever had caught us.

Then Mark grabbed me by the shoulder and hauled me off into the cold, dewy grass. He threw me down against it like I was a sack of potatoes, and as I sprawled onto my back and elbows, I turned and found him looming over me with his shorts around his ankles.

I had about a second to admire him before he pounced on me, his hands seizing my waist. He grabbed me by the hips and practically threw me onto my stomach, using my shorts for leverage. "Mark, what the f-" I was interrupted by the sound of tearing spandex as he practically tore my shorts and briefs clear of my hips.

The cold air felt even colder as it breezed across my bare sheath and balls, but it was nothing compared to the heat I felt inside of me.

Mark was going to fuck me.

He grabbed my tail and yanked it up with one hand, exposing my pucker and the balls hanging between my chubby thighs. I could have stopped him if I wanted to, but fuck that. Maybe I hadn't imagined it happening like this, but I'd wanted to fuck Mark for a long, long time. I wouldn't have stopped now if a marching band came thundering across the field.

I'd done a good job slobbering all over his prick, and I knew it when I felt him press against my backdoor. The spit I'd left all over Mark's cock was still warm from my mouth. I knew from experience that spit wasn't nearly as good as lube, but it would do.

Mark wasn't gentle, but that was fine. I didn't want him to be. I wanted to be fucked.

He pushed inside me with the needy enthusiasm of a teenage boy getting his first real piece of ass. I wondered if he was like this all the time, and God did I hope so. I gasped as he spread me open across his shaft and buried himself inside me, fast and smooth. I closed my eyes as the initial flare of pain was rapidly drowned out by the roar of fierce pleasure that accompanied the feeling a big dick stretching one's ass wide open.

My ass cheeks bounced as Mark slammed his hips against them, impaling me on the whole of his massive prick. I wasn't sure if I moaned it all out, or if his dick knocked it out of me, but I found myself breathless as I clawed at the wet grass beneath me. My own shaft had sprung from my sheath and was hanging free, hard and dripping with arousal.

"Tell me you want it," he moaned as he ground his hips against me, mashing his pelvis against my fleshy bottom. His balls tapped against mine and I jerked against him, eager to take in everything he had to give.

"Fuck me," I growled. I didn't wait for him to act. I shifted my weight forward onto my chest and forearms, then arched my hips back and slammed against him. His dick jerked inside of me and I was rewarded with a moan and a fresh spurt of hot, sticky pre.

Mark's blunt claws pinched my pudgy flesh as he hunched over my body and yanked my ass up, my cheeks spread wide-open. He had a lot of power in his legs, and he put them to use. He hit me with a savage, teeth-rattling thrust that made my body thrash in his grip.

And then he pummeled my ass with ten more just like it.

The speed and ferocity that he hit me with like nothing I'd experienced. If this was how rabbits fucked, I could see why there were so damn many of them! I gave up on talking and just moaned until my voice went hoarse. He was hitting spots inside me that had never been touched before, and fucking me harder and faster than I'd thought possible.

I came with a startled moan and tore deep furrows in the grass with my claws, yowling in ecstasy. My shaft jerked up toward my tummy, and then it emptied out beneath me, spraying the grass and much of my stomach with pearly white goo.

My body clenched with each shot, spasming, squeezing my buddy's shaft as it crashed into me. This time, he didn't pull out for another thrust. He fell across my back and slid his arms around my chest, pulling my back flush with his torso. Mark panted and moaned in my ear, his whole body jerking against mine as he reached his peak.

Warm, gooey heat flooded my insides as the bunny emptied his balls in me. His paws caressed and stroked my body as he rode the high of his orgasm, and then slowly fell to the ground, panting and satisfied.

I didn't care that I was half-naked in public with another half-naked man buried in my ass. I didn't even care that I was laying in a pool of my own cum, or that I was soaked with sweat and dew from the grass.

I felt better than I'd ever had. I felt... Alive.

After a few minutes, Mark pulled out of me and rolled me over onto my back. We both tugged our shorts into place, and then he fell right back on top of me. I held him in my arms and kissed him, driving my tongue into his cute little muzzle. We were both too out of breath to kiss for very long, but it felt like forever.

I thought about what I say, or what to ask. Mark was staring down at me, and I could tell he was waiting for something. Waiting for me to make the first move. Right. Confidence.

I slid my hand down the curve of Mark's spine, and grabbed a handful of his firm, fit ass. "I'm off tonight," I rasped. "How about I come over and fuck you?"

He leaned down until his nose touched mine, and he smiled devilishly. "Sure," he whispered. "I'll show you my collar."

As I laid there and stared up at the morning sky, my mind still reeling, my only regret was that I hadn't done it all a hell of a lot sooner... And that I didn't have a pair of chaps.