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Rip

By Duffin Caprous

This story is of an adult nature and therefore, if you are under 18, you need to not read this. However, if you do choose to not heed my warning, don't let your parents sue me!

The club was pretty jumping and Victor sat at the bar, lifting a glass of White Russian to his lips. In truth, few who knew him called him Victor. Around the club, he was known as Rip. Few really knew why he was called that, he just was. He'd come to the Knot Hole every weekend, watching the young twinks dancing around and dry humping each other. Victor was reaching his mid-40s, the opossum managing to keep in shape despite his larger frame. He certainly had the look of a Daddy with his stubbled facial fur and his slight muscle gut.

He was eyeing up this young thing, a cute little fox boy who had decided it was a good idea to strip down to his underwear. No doubt, the kid was high on something, but that certainly didn't really matter to Rip. He'd done his share of drugs in his youth. He watched, leering rather openly as he took another drink of his cocktail. To his very fortune, as the song ended, the fox bounded over to the bar with a grin on his face.

"Two beers, please!" he said cheerily to the bartender, who gave the kid a look.

"Uh huh, ID?" the wolf bartender asked. Victor could see the obviously under-aged kid had hoped to just get them. The opossum knew the kid didn't have the ID even if he'd still had his clothes somewhere.

As the cute twink started to pretend to look for it, the opossum gave a familiar look to the bartender, tossing out a twenty, "I got ya covered."

The fox turned and smiled to the much older marsupial, "Thanks!" he said and then gave that one little look that Victor knew so well. That quick glance down between the opossum's thighs. He was wearing a pair of leather chaps and leather underwear, himself, with a leather vest to top it off. The Knot Hole wasn't exactly a leather bar, but it wasn't _not_a leather bar, either.

As the bartender produced the alcohol for the fox, Rip smirked a little, leaning in to pay the boy a whisper, "You wanna pay me back for that drink, you meet me in the bathroom in ten minutes."

The fox's cheeks flushed and Rip could see it even in the relative darkness of the club. He bounded off toward his friends. He spoke to them and tried to secretively gesture to Victor. The other friends of his glanced over right as Victor surreptitiously adjusted his package some. And then he pushed his way to his feet to wander in the direction of the bathroom. He'd done this enough that he knew exactly how it would go down.

Pushing his way into the room, he heard a few moans coming from the stall and chuckled, walking up to the urinal for a piss, grunting and spitting into it while he waited. Sure enough, someone else was soon walking in and Victor smirked, seeing the fox boy. Before the kid could speak, Rip gestured for him to follow into the other stall right as the other couple finished and left.

He'd not even bothered to put his sheath back in his pants as he closed the door behind him, sealing in the fox with him in the far toilet stall. The fox certainly looked nervous. It might have even been his first time, but Victor just reached out to grasp at the twink's paw, pulling it right to his sheath.

"Go ahead, kid, have a feel. It'll be in your ass soon," he said with a chuckle, causing the fox to blush further, but those fingers quickly started to explore the meaty opossum sheath. Victor began to expand out, revealing his fat pink tip.

"I've...I've never done..." the fox began to say, to which Victor pressed a finger to his lips to silence him.

"Shut up, kid, I don't care. You want it, so turn around," he grunted a bit harshly. One might think it would lead to the already frightened teen to bolt, but he knew and soon confirmed his suspicions as the boy quickly turned.

"I...um...can you put on a..." the boy started to ask, to which the opossum responded by smacking the fox's ass sharply as he reached up to grab a condom from the dispenser in each of the stalls.

"Yeah, yeah, keep your panties on..." he replied, looking down at his stiff pink cock. He wasn't the longest guy, reaching about six inches, but he was thick, like medium-sized cucumber thick and the fox's eyes widened, seeing the size of him as Rip rolled the condom down his hard cock.

"I...I don't think that'll..." the fox began to say, Victor pressing a few pumps on the also conveniently-placed lube bottle.

Victor tugged the back of the fox's underwear down in the back, his middle finger pushing firmly inside the boy's hole, making him yelp out in pain and try to pull away. The opossum's paw pressed to the fox's shoulder blades, pushing him down against the back of the toilet, "Shut up, it'll fit," was his simple reply as he began to work that finger in and out of the boy's asshole.

Soon enough, the fox had gotten used to it and was starting to moan like a girl before Rip slid a second finger inside, stretching that virgin fox hole open. The paw kept a firm press of the fox's shoulders, the boy's face mashed into the back of the dirty toilet.

"Damn, tight ass you got here, kid. Shame I'm gonna wreck it," Victor said, feeling the shiver from the fox through his hole. Getting another gob of lube from the bottle, he smeared it all over his condom-covered prick, pressing the fat tip to the fox's pucker.

"A-ah, wait, I'm not read--" he began to protest.

Victor's paw pressed down firmly again to those shoulders to keep the boy down, "You're ready," he said simply before applying firm pressure against that tightening hole. Finally, he won out over the relatively weak muscle and soon thick opossum dick was sliding into the fox's virgin ass.

The fox cried out in pain as he was wedged open, Victor pressing his lubey paw against his muzzle to muddle the cries. Sex wasn't obviously discouraged, but he didn't want people thinking he was raping the kid in there or anything. Maybe a little...encouragement, but nothing _that_extreme. Soon all six inches were buried in the fox, the boy's ass trying to push him out instinctively. He saw the boy's eyes watering and groaned, using his clean paw to reach into the pocket of his chaps, producing his smart phone. He opened up the camera app, aiming it down to show his cock pulling out of the youth slowly and slamming back into him roughly, drawing a cry from the fox.

Another draw back and thrust downward and he felt that hole clench again, chuckling, knowing he'd found the boy's spot. The sudden moan into his messy paw confirmed as such and he drew back only to jab his thickness back into the boy, the camera filming it all.

"Fuuuuck, kid...got a nice ass..." he groaned out, lifting the camera to catch the boy's blushing face, the fox's eyes closed as he tried to contend to the growing pleasure of having the older male jabbing at his prostate with his cock like that. He began to pick up a rhythm, the camera aimed back down to watch that cock spreading the fox's hole so widely before sinking back in. Momentarily, Rip pulled his paw away, the fox beginning to actively moan out, his hips starting to rock back against him as he got used to that dick. Rip chuckled...foxes. So easy.

Tugging out, Rip kept the camera aimed down, showing as he caught the condom tip with the end of his claw and pulled upward. After stretching out a little, the latex finally gave way, splitting and shrinking to the base of his dick. With no hesitation, the opossum pressed that tip to the fox and shoved back into him, the boy moaning out suddenly. With his free paw, he gripped at the boy's hip, starting to fuck him for real now, the loud slaps of hips to ass heard by anyone coming into the bathroom.

The formerly virgin fox was still totally unaware he was being fucked bareback and being filmed to boot, much too enthralled by the cock pounding away at his prostate as he felt himself being milked closer and closer to a mind-blowing orgasm, likely his first hands-free one of his life. The fox clung to the toilet with his paws while Victor looked down, the camera catching the dangling latex of the destroyed condom wobbling back and forth underneath the opossum's cock. His grunts got closer and closer together, having no intention of holding back.

The fox's moans were getting faster, too, crying out, "Ohhhh, oh god, I'm...I-I'm, f...faster, please please!" he pleaded, eyes closed tightly as he tried to concentrate. Rip growled, those hips hammering home suddenly at the boy's pleading. The fox's eyes shot open and Rip smirked again through a pleasured groan as he suddenly wailed out girlishly. Aiming the phone down under the fox, he barely caught a large wet spot suddenly growing in the boy's underwear. The poor boy would certainly have some explaining to do with his friends, not that it was any of the opossum's concern. Victor wasn't far behind, though and with a snarl of pleasure and three rough thrusts, he slammed into the fox. Thick ropes of potentially dangerous opossum jizz flooded the fox's ass, his balls drawing in. The older male gripped at that fox tail, keeping it held up. He slowly drew back with a grunt, the camera catching a few throbs, the tip nestled against the hole as the last couple loads of his spunk painted the fox under his tail.

Seeming to realize what was happening after a few moments, the fox panting heavily, "W...what?...did...did you..." he started to ask, turning to look back at the cum-coated opossum dick.

Rip gave a shrug, tugging off the ripped condom, tossing it onto the twink's back and wiping that cock off on the boy's bare ass, "Sorry, guess it broke," he replied a bit nonchalantly, "Don't worry, I'm safe."

With a chuckle, he was unlocking and leaving the stall before the fox could even really react. In truth, the opossum hadn't been tested in years, but he figured it was fine. Walking through the club, he looked down at his phone, bringing up the video and tapping the option to upload it to KnotTube. Well, now one more person in the club new why they called him Rip, at any rate.