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It's hard not to blush and turn your head whenever you pass other hikers. There's nothing technically wrong with what Gideon's talked you into, but you still can't ignore their eyes on you, both facing you as you follow the fox down the path, and then again in their inevitable double-take as they pass by. The park's not exactly rammed-full, but you've passed at least four separate groups on your way in, and your distinct lack of clothes is making you feel self-conscious.

"Come on, cutie, keep up! We're almost to the overlook" Ahead of you, the fox tail bobs and weaves as he bounces up the incline. The few trees remaining at your altitude are miniature, and far between, and you left the thick loam and dirt back half a mile ago. Instead, you can hear Gideon's claws scrabbling for purchase on the rock face as he crests the next rise.

He bends to get hands on an outcropping to steady himself, and you get a tantalizing reminder of why you've followed him this far up the trail. His black tail goes up, its white tip drawing your eyes, just before you get a glimpse of his pendulous nuts dangling between athletic thighs. It'd be easier to have ignored the previous hikers if the damned fox's toned body in front of you wasn't keeping you at least half-hard at all times while following him.

The outcropping provides a rather convenient rest stop, where Gideon plants his tail on a smooth rock and pulls his feet up. "Okay, we can take a quick break. Man, what a view. Mind if I rest my paws for a few minutes before we continue?"

The suggestion holds a hidden offer, and with a hindward glance to make sure you aren't being overlooked, you follow him to the impromptu rest stop. Shucking your slim backpack, you take your place sitting just by his legs on the clean stone. He's not wrong, the view is wonderful. You're at least half a mile up, and stretching out below you the river valley is lit with mid-day sun and glittering from the distant waves of the beaver pond. The green carpet of pine trees is impenetrable, except for the skinny snaking trail of the interstate winding its way through and past.

But that's not the view you're currently enraptured with. Gideon crosses his left leg over his right, putting his paw just next to your head. You reach out and take his leg, and without comment, he flexes his toes and pushes his paw closer.

By the time you dig your fingers into his paw pads, he's got you hard again. That makes it even more embarrassing when the couple of hikers come into view around the edge of the outcropping of rock. The larger one, a fit lion with a lush mane and wide eyes, takes in the scene. You can see the slim smirk on their face. You get a subtle wink and nod, before they pull their partner--a distracted donkey that appears to be out of breath--past your rest stop and continue up the incline past you and out of sight again.

Gideon's fingers stroke your ears, pulling your face towards his dusty paw pads. "If you want to indulge, my dear, you'd better do so before the next group happens by."

And indulge you do. You push your face into his paw, and feel the pads flex and stroke you back. They're rough and leathery, and beneath the dust of the trail you can smell Gideon's natural scent strongly. Stronger still as you extend your tongue and push it between two of his paw-toes. Up above you hear a soft sigh of satisfaction. You open your eyes and see him slowly stroking himself as you squeeze his foot. The pads stroke along your cheek, then you can feel the hard nubs of his claws--blunted by his constant hiking--drag over your nose. With both of your hands, you lift the paw up so you can bury yourself in its rough, tender caresses.

Ever considerate, you feel Gideon return the favor. His other foot strokes down your belly, then lift to make room for your erection while you lick his other paw clean. Paw pads press your rigid length to your belly while the ones over your face flex forward and surround you with leathery touches. You shudder, holding onto his paw for stability as his indulgence of your interests brings you to your peak and over, making a sticky mess over your belly and his paw.

Then when you're feeling recovered, he swaps paws. The request is clear, and you're all too eager and willing to help him clean your own cum from his pads. He sighs again as your tongue laps over his toes, concealing all evidence of your excitement away--at least from Gideon.

"We should continue on. We'll never reach the top if we don't keep moving!" He tugs at your hand as he stands and leads you out around the outcropping and back onto the path--ignoring that he's left a wide and visible wet spot against your belly. You can't help but think at this point you could care less about the destination, as long as you can keep enjoying the journey.

"Keep up! The next rest stop isn't far off!"

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It would be easier to just enjoy your casually naked hike if Gideon wasn't attracting the attention of every other hiker you pass. Another canid prowls past with a knowing smile and a tilted nose to make it clear that, yes, they CAN smell everything you and this fox have been up to today. Ignoring it all--or perhaps even reveling in it--Gideon reaches back and urges you on.

And that's the hardest part. Literally, the hardest part, because when he reaches back he's not guiding you by the hand. Every time you think you've defeated your arousal, the tease of a fox trails fingers over you as if he were tugging you by the leash, and you're blushing and erect all over again. Nothing rude is supposed to happen here on the trail, but everyone who comes to the park knows that's a lie. Gideon knows what he's brought you hear for, and every pair of eyes you pass on the way to the next tree-studded rise knows, too.

"Just over the next hill there's a spot I'm eager to show you." Gideon chirps cheerfully. His fingers toy with you, and you get the feeling you know just how eager he is. He's even showing it, with a visibly wet lipstick peeking from his sheath. The fox's hand goes up in a wave, and you realize you're passing another group. Three hikers, a cat and two mice, are oogling you and the fox as they pass. The cat grins at Gideon, while the mice openly stare at the hint of fox cock that, up until moments ago, you were fixated on.

The two of you crest the top of the hill, and at least Gideon wasn't lying to you just for show. The view is astounding. Out over the valley and lake, you can see for miles upon miles of pristine wilderness under the cool autumn sunlight. Just in front of you, a waist-high wooden railing keeps you from getting too close to the sheer edge. Gideon's hands are tickling your rump, and you realize that the wood is worn smooth in two spots--conveniently about a shoulder's-width apart, where hands could grasp.

That sly fox. You have to bend forward slightly to grip the railing, and he's ready behind you. Both of you take in the view, while you take in that slick tip you (and the mice) were oogling just moments ago. Sweaty crotch fur meshes against your rump as the fox's sheath squashes between your rump cheeks. Sometimes you forget just how gifted the fox is, but then in moments like this, with the sunlight on your back and the cool mountain air in your lungs, and the slick tip sliding deep followed by inch upon inch upon inch of excited fox, you're reminded how lucky you are to have a friend like him.

The sound of wind in your ears is only matched by the soft grunting of Gideon behind you, and the wet slurping of his cock as he fucks you at cliff's edge. He's a considerate fox--the type who reaches down and gives you a squeeze to let you know that he's about to tie. Stars dance in your vision as you brace against the wooden railing. He yelps, and you groan. Hot throbbing kisses your used pucker, and you feel the warm rush of his cum filling your backside. The fox leans down and sniffs at your neck. "Good view, isn't it?"

You let out a happy moan for him. Fingers pull your rump cheeks apart. "Not so bad a view from back here, either."

Minutes pass, and the brisk autumn breeze reinvigorates you. By the time Gideon braces against you and pulls free, you're already feeling up to the next leg of your hike. You just hope the other hikers won't notice Gideon's cum leaking down your thigh.

"Come on, slowpoke! We're wasting sunlight! I know a perfect place for us to stop next--even got a present for you."

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The long hike is taking its toll. While you've got the stamina to handle the walking, the fox just in front of you has been wrecking your concentration. Every time you think you've got yourself under control and can turn your attention back to the trail, that gorgeous russet tail in front of you swings high, and you get a little glimpse of Gideon's charms swaying beneath. Then you stumble or trip, and you can hear the teasing clicking of tongue from the smarmy fox.

Not that the rest of the eye candy hasn't been appreciated. Out over the luscious green valley below, the hike has been gorgeous. Bright sun, blue skies, and green in every direction. Not to mention the rest of the hikers you see, too. The Nature Trail, known for its all natural dress code, has been a true feast for the senses. Hikers in various states of dress have passed you in either direction, and sometimes you can just smell all the adventures they've been up to as they pass. But while it's been a pleasant distraction, Gideon has been a veritable force of nature.

The red of Gideon's pelt is a glorious contrast to the greens and browns of the trail. He moves with a fluid grace that defies his weight--seeming as light as a cloud even though you know from his sometimes over-eager bear-hugs that he could lift you off the ground without breaking a sweat. His tail bounces along behind him like a trailing ribbon, flipping from side to side and up and down, with teasing glances beneath of jiggling and bouncing that have had you at attention for most of the day.

At least the fox hasn't teased you all day. There were those quick breathers on the trail where he fucked you up against the path railing, or pawwed you off on the rocky overlook. You'd think after all that, you might be sore from all that use. When's that temptress of a fox going to have his way with you next?

You think you've given most of the passing hikers more of a show than you intended, but the shameless fox has you too giddy to care.

You're also not currently paying attention, because Gideon's stopped, and you haven't. Your only warning of the impending collision is a flash of red as the fox's tail flags in front of your face. When you finally do connect, you find yourself in the most enjoyable accident you've ever experienced. The plush fox's rump is the first bit of anatomy to make contact, causing you to bend over at the waist and catch his hips for balance as the impact almost makes you trip. While the initial bump snaps you back to your senses, you get the distinct sensation of warm, soft fuzz against your dick.

"Whoah! Careful, there!" Gideon taunts you from over his shoulder. His only reaction is to spread his legs for stability as you realize the position you've collided into. "We should at least get to the side of the path if you're going to rear-end a fox like that, don't you think?"

You ready an apology, but his hands catch yours on his hips and tug, keeping you in place. "Where are you going? You can't just hit-and-run on this hiking path! Just not proper."

You laugh. He grins at you over his shoulder. You stop laughing. Oh, fuck, he's being serious. He catches your wrists and pulls you forward and places your hands on his lower back. His tail curls around your waist, and you can feel the fluff of his rump cheeks sliding up and around you as the fox searches for that half-hard prick you've been sporting for the whole afternoon.

Joke's on him, because it's not half-hard anymore. You feel the wonderfully tight fox's pucker kiss the underside of your shaft. Then it slides upwards towards your tip, and circles around to find the right angle.

The penetration is bliss. It's been a long day for the both of you, so your oh-so-agreeable fox friend is taking it slow. His tail tightens around your waist as the pressure dimples the fox's pucker inwards. Then it splits and spread over your tip. The slick ring slides downwards just an inch at a time, twitching and gripping at your shaft as it goes. It feels like it's been a whole minute of delightful plunge before you feel his fuzzy rump slap your hips, even though it's only been a few seconds.

The fox isn't quiet. You're sure that anyone on the path for the next half a mile has heard him as your nuts swing up to slap his own sac at the end of your first thrust. Fuck, he feels good. His toned rump and thick hiker's thighs push back against you for stability as you start to hump. He doesn't care who sees him like this, and after just a few deep thrusts into the fox neither do you. Was that a few other hikers passing as you grabbed Gideon's hips? Did you hear the snap of a phone camera capturing you in the act? None of that matters, because Gideon feels so very good around you, and you just can't hold yourself back.

His fingers reach up beneath you and cradle your nuts as you starts to spray into his tail end. He even lets you enjoy your peak until you've grown too soft to stay inside. When you finally separate, he leans against a tree. You try to follow, but your knees have stopped working. He laughs at you while you stumble to a nearby rock to rest a few moments, then trips against you as he tries to join you, his own legs equally wobbly as yours.

Five minutes later, you're feeling ready to move again. Your teasing fox leads the way, tail high and a spring in his step. And, if any other hikers bother to get a good look, a little bit of your cum dribbling down his leg.