Robin Hood: Skippy Sucks UP
#3 of Robin Hood
Leaves rustles as the wind blew in Sherwood Forest. The weather could hardly be better--almost a perfect summer day. Low humidity and the gentle breeze with the clear, bright blue sky made it an ideal day for any creature to enjoy life, especially Skippy the rabbit.
Skippy looked at the makeshift target in the distance. The young rabbit had kept himself occupied that day by practicing his archery. So obsessed was the boy, that he often woke up at daybreak and stayed out until sunset honing his craft. The single-minded rabbit was determined to become every bit the archer his idol Robin Hood was. Calming himself, relaxing his breathing, the young rabbit took aim. His countless hours of practicing had developed his frame well, especially his right shoulder. Staring down the length of the long oak shaft, he pressed the yew bow, made sure his aim was true, and sent the arrow whirring down to its target.
"Damn," grumbled Skippy, seeing that the arrow had landed just left of the center. Determined to make the mark, Skippy retrieved the arrow, walked back to his former position. Once more, he relaxed his breathing, trying to clear his mind of any distractions and took aim. Pressing the bow, his view of the target was like that of a hawk. Loosing the arrow, it shot into the target, and Skippy jumped for joy. Finally, after so many near misses that morning, he had hit dead center.
"Now," he said, still proud of himself, "I wonder if I can do that ten times in a row?"
"I'm sure you can there, little bunny."
Startled, Skippy turned around toward the source of the voice. It was his idol, Robin Hood! He ran over, practically knocking the fox down as he tackled him in a loving embrace. Robin laughed as he embraced the rabbit, squeezing him tightly before letting him go. Skippy looked up at his idol with admiration.
"What are you doing in Sherwood, Robin?"
"Why, watching my favorite rabbit archer practice, that's what I'm doing!"
Skippy puffed his chest out at Robin's compliment. Everyone in Nottingham loved Robin Hood, who managed to keep the populace from starving when Prince John had taken control of the throne from his absent brother, King Richard. There was not a bit of exaggeration to say that Robin Hood had become a legend in his own lifetime, and certainly posterity would remember him as a great hero for the underprivileged.
"I see you've been working hard with the bow I gave you." observed the fox.
"Yep," said Skippy, proudly holding the small bow Robin Hood had given him on his birthday. For a creature as poor as Skippy, such a gift was nothing short of a fortune. He prized the object more than anything he had.
"You know," said Robin Hood, scratching his chin. "I think it's about time I got you a new bow. After all, you've gotten quite a bit taller, and obviously stronger. Would that be alright to you, Skippy?"
The rabbit's eyes radiated sunlight at the mention of yet another bow from his hero. "You really mean that, Robin?"
"I do," said the fox. "Anything for my little pal!"
Skippy was on cloud nine listening to Robin. It was more than he could have ever hoped for.
"I feel bad," said the rabbit. "You've done so much for me, and everybody else in Nottingham, I think I should do something for you."
Robin waved his paw dismissively. "Oh, you don't have to do anything for me. I'm fine."
Skippy shook his head. "But I have something I really want to give you."
Robin gave the rabbit a warm smile. "Aw, that's sweet of you, Skippy. What is it you want to give me?"
Skippy waved the fox towards him, wanting to tell him secretly. Robin leaned in, feeling the rabbit put a paw over his ear. What the rabbit whispered to him was something he had not expected.
"Skippy," said a surprised Robin Hood. "Where did you hear about that?"
"You know, from the older kids," said the rabbit.
"Are you sure you want to do that?" asked the fox.
"Positive," said Skippy with confidence.
Robin looked around the area of the forest they were in, making sure they were all by themselves. Seeing that no other beast was around, and that they were far away from any beast's home, Robin sat down on a fallen tree, preparing himself for Skippy's gift.
"So, are you ready?" asked Skippy.
"I am," said Robin who had pulled off his clothes. Skippy couldn't take his eyes away from the fox's almost perfect frame. Robin was lean, muscular, with hardly an ounce of fat on him. Skippy followed the fox's lead by removing his clothes as well. Kneeling down between Robin's legs, he watched the fox's member slowly rise to provenance. The young rabbit couldn't believe how big the fox's shaft was, easily dwarfing his own. With the fox's cock fully erect, Skippy decided to play around with it at first, Taking his paw, he pressed down on it, quickly releasing it and watching it bounce up and down. The sight made both Skippy and Robin laugh.
"That felt nice," said Robin Hood.
"I bet this will feel even better," said Skippy.
Looking down at the rabbit, Robin watched as Skippy took his tongue and licked around the head of Robin's cock. The fox gave a slight moan, letting Skippy know that he was enjoying the experience. Skippy kept at his licking for several minutes, wanting to fully appreciate his first sexual encounter. He loved every moan, every groan that Robin emitted, wanting to pleasure his idol. Once he had licked over every square inch of the fox's shaft, the rabbit opened his mouth, slowly taking in just the head of Robin's cock. The touch made Robin quiver, moaning louder than he previously had during the licking. The fox couldn't take his eyes off the young rabbit, loving the sight of his cock going into Skippy's willing mouth.
By this time Skippy was emboldened, trying to take in more and more of the fox's long shaft. The rabbit had never been particularly religious in his short life, but what he was doing to Robin seemed to have an almost spiritual element to it. He felt Robin's strong right paw come down and gently caress his long bunny ears. The effect made Skippy hum as he sucked away. Never before had he been so close, so intimate with someone, and he was almost on another plane of reality as Robin rubbed his ears, whispering how much he loved Skippy. The rabbit felt a tear run down his cheek at the fox's words. He was in love with Robin Hood.
As the minutes went by, Robin felt his paws digging harder and harder into the fallen tree; not wanting the encounter to ever end. Though he loved his wife Marian, the way he felt about Skippy simply defied words, defied anything he could comprehend, like they were soul mates. The fox closed his eyes. He was close. Breathing heavily, he felt the rabbit suck on him with great power, making his lips as tight as possible to enhance the fox's pleasure.
"Oo-de-lally!" groaned the fox. Still looking down at Skippy, he saw the young rabbit's cheeks bulge as he took in the fox's seed. As big a load as he shot, Robin was amazed that never once did Skippy cough or gag; happily swallowing everything he was given. Once Robin was empty, Skippy licked off the fox's cock, making him laugh at the ticklish over stimulation of his post orgasm. Cleaned off, Skippy jumped up in Robin lap, putting his arms around the tall fox. Robin squeezed the young rabbit, wanting him to know how much he loved him.
"Skippy, that was wonderful. I . . . I just don't know what else to say."
"I liked it too," said Skippy, staring into the fox's sweet, loving eyes.
"Do you think you might want to do it again?" asked Robin.
"I'll do it as much as you want, Robin." said the rabbit.
"You're such a great kid, Skippy. I might have to tell you about something else males can do with other males."
Skippy looked confused. "What's that? I want to know."
Grinning, the fox whispered into Skippy's ear, just as the rabbit had whispered into his ear earlier. Skippy's eyes grew wide as saucers at what Robin mentioned, but he wasn't horrified in the least.
"We can do that too," said the rabbit.
Laughing, Robin ruffled the rabbit's ears. What a day!