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Andy’s burnt red and cream white fur was drenched with sweat.

The cicadas were buzzing loudly and the afternoon sun glared down harshly—it was a scorcher today, the kind of summer day where all you’d want to do was stay indoors, wear nothing but your underwear, and lie down in front of a fan with a popsicle.

Andy would have killed to do something like that right now instead of mowing lawns, pruning hedges, and trimming tree branches. It was broiling outside, so much that the young fox’s balls were sticking to his thighs as he pushed the lawnmower forward, and he could feel a wicked case of swamp ass developing in his rear; he was sweating through his thin black gym shorts, and he’d already yanked off his loose, athletic tank top hours ago, it was just weighing him down with his own excess perspiration.

But as much as he would have loved to take the day off and get out of the sweltering summer heat, he persevered—he’d already taken care of four lawns today, and he was so close to finishing up for his fifth and final client for the day…Andy just had to cut one last little patch of overgrown grass and then he could go home, take a refreshingly cold shower, and then transfer the money he’d earned from today into his college tuition account. It would be so satisfying…he could picture himself now, naked and cooling off in the privacy of his bedroom, chugging a huge glass of lemonade with lots of ice in it, and watching his savings grow even more…and then maybe indulging in touching himself and watching some porn after that…

There really was nothing like the bliss of just enjoying a lazy afternoon and jerking off. He needed it especially badly after having such a grueling day; mowing five lawns back-to-back in such heavy and humid heat was enough to get anyone wound up and in need of some relief, and Andy, with his teen hormones in full swing, was ready to collapse and rub one out to help himself relax. It also didn’t help that there was a beefy, shirtless bull mowing a lawn two houses down the street—it was taking all of Andy’s discipline to restrain himself to just the occasional surreptitious glance, and the fox could feel himself getting more pent up and desperate for release with every passing minute. He could just imagine the fat load he’d blow once he was home and in front of his computer…

But first he had to finish his work here on the Copelands’ lawn.

The shirtless and slender-framed 18 year-old fox clenched his jaw, squared his shoulders, and forced himself to block out the bull, instead training his eyes on his target as he resolutely marched the lawnmower forward. Andy’s paws were moist and slippery on the lawnmower’s handle, but he kept a firm grip on it despite all the sweat on his hands. His legs ached from having to push the mower, bend over to trim edges, and squat to pick up bags of mulch all day, but he kept moving, kept forcing the old, rumbling lawnmower ahead of himself…he passed over half of the patch, shearing the grass so it was even with the rest of the yard…then turned…and made his final pass…before he at last released the handle, and the lawnmower fell silent.

Andy stood up straight for the first time in what felt like days, he’d been hunched over for so long. He placed his hands on his waist and twisted his torso…

Pop!

“Whew!” The fox sighed in relief as he popped his back—he then twisted his baseball cap around so it sat backwards on his head, wiped his sweaty brow with the back of his hand, and looked around the yard, surveying his handiwork.

The Copelands had a pretty decent plot of land surrounding their mid-century modern-styled house; a third of an acre of lush, green fescue grass, complete with boxwood hedges and lilyturf, beds of beautiful yellow tulips, and two impressive sycamore trees…and all of it looked perfectly manicured thanks to Andy’s efforts. The fox had spent a good two hours meticulously trimming the edges of the lawn, cutting the hedges and lilyturf into neat, uniform shapes, weeding the tulip beds, and mowing the grass in straight, even rows (fortunately the sycamore tree hadn’t needed any maintenance now while it was the summer, but Andy knew that would be a different story in the autumn, when all its broad, heavy leaves would need to be raked up), and he almost expected the yard to sparkle from all the work he’d put into it, it looked that good. He smiled to himself, satisfied with a job well done even though he felt like he was melting.

When he was done admiring his work, Andy wheeled the lawnmower to the edge of the yard—he spared a glance at the shirtless bull two houses down, still laboring over his own yard. Andy could see the big bovine’s muscles flex as he pushed his mower…before turning around and giving Andy a good view of his backside…and for a moment, the fox could envision himself absolutely hammering the life out of the bull, holding his horns like handles while he wildly fucked the man, with more sweat dripping along their bodies. In his imagination, Andy could hear and feel his balls slapping against the bull’s, his cock sloppily plowing into the hot, slick confines of the bull’s ass with a schluk-schluk-schluk, his hips slamming into the other man’s rear, making that thick and firm ass clap again and again and again…and as the fantasy played out in his mind’s eye, Andy’s cock began to stir and stiffen within his sheath, the tip poking more insistently against the damp interior of his shorts…

The fox shook himself from his reverie—he could entertain himself with daydreams all he wanted once he was back home, but he had to finish up here first. He tore his eyes away from the bull mowing his yard and focused on pushing his lawnmower over the curb; he’d parked his Jeep in the street, and he steered the mower into the small flatbed trailer hooked up to his car, which currently had magnetized signs for Marshall Lawn Care slapped on the front doors.

It was a pretty handy arrangement between Andy and his father that led to the young fox's lawn service business—the deal had been that Andy would start working a job his freshman year of high school and save money for half of his estimated college tuition, and his dad, Robert Marshall, would help with business expenses and provide the other half of his college tuition, as well as provide free room and board at home for the four years that Andy would be studying at the local university. It had been Andy’s choice to go into lawn care; his dad had plenty of old equipment he was welcome to use, which helped save on expenses, and he’d started with clients just in the neighborhood, mowing yards on weekends during the school year and every day of the week during the summer. When he’d gotten his driver’s license, Andy had expanded his business, going farther afield to provide lawn services for other customers outside of his neighborhood, and here he was now, in his last summer before starting at Wade Valley University in town in the fall. It wouldn’t take much more than another solid week of work for him to finish earning his half of his college tuition, and getting paid by the Copelands for his work this afternoon would bring him even closer to his goal.

Once Andy had secured the lawnmower in the trailer and locked the tailgate in place to prevent any equipment from tumbling out, he grabbed his tank top from the front seat of his Jeep—the synthetic fabric was still damp with his sweat and smelled pretty rank with the stench of teen body odor, but at least it wasn’t as sopping wet as it had been when he’d first taken his shirt off. He tugged the tank top back on and picked up his clipboard, which had a receipt he’d drawn up for the services he’d completed for the Copelands. With that in hand, the young fox strode from his car and up the paved path to the front door, his bushy red and white-tipped tail bouncing as he trotted along the walkway. He then rang the doorbell…and waited…

Andy had a vague idea of what to expect as he heard heavy footsteps approach the door from inside the house. Laura Copeland, who had called him to request his services, had mentioned that she wouldn’t be at home during her lawn care appointment.

“Would you be alright if my husband, Sam, took care of paying you when you’re done?” Laura had asked. “He should be around while you’re here.”

“Yep, that’s no problem at all,” Andy had replied amiably.

While the fox was prepared for Mr. Copeland to open the door instead of Laura, Andy couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows in surprise when he saw the tall, burly, white-furred tiger before him, dressed in just a light gray t-shirt and a pair of pale teal boxers. Sam Copeland was built like a football player who had let himself go just a little bit, still in overall good shape for being 46 years old, plus some padding that came with age and a less rigorous fitness regimen. The tiger’s broad physique stretched his clothes, from his thick thighs filling out the legs of his boxers to his gut and pecs creating noticeable swells in his shirt. Andy could envision the overhang of his belly above his groin…and in his cursory once-over of the tiger, the fox caught a glimpse of the outline of the prominent, decently-sized bulge in Sam’s crotch, though he did his best to avoid directly staring at it. He also tried hard not to imagine the ample pair of cheeks that the tiger must be carrying on his backside, but for a split second the only thing on Andy’s mind was a vision of a round, meaty, white-furred ass complete with black stripes.

Altogether, the sight of the large man looming nearly a foot over him was enough to get Andy’s heart pumping, and the fox found his mouth was drier than usual for a moment.

But as Sam quizzically looked down at him, the fox quickly recovered from his surprise and cleared his throat before beginning, “Ah, Mr. Copeland? I’m Andy Marshall, I just finished up your yard,” Andy said by way of introduction as he extended his hand.

The tiger looked at him blankly…before quickly clapping a hand to his head. “Ooooh! Shoot, that’s right—I’m sorry, it completely slipped my mind that you were coming over today…sorry, sorry!” Sam smiled ruefully at Andy as he then shook the fox’s hand. “I was down in the basement doing some work, I didn’t hear you mowing…oh wow, it’s looking really good!” he observed as he glanced over Andy’s shoulder to see the well-trimmed yard. He then focused on the fox again, taking in the sight of the boy’s sweaty shirt, shorts, and fur. “Oh, jeez, you must be broiling; come inside, let me get you some water!”

“Oh, are you sure? I don’t wanna get dirt and grass clippings all over your house—”

“Nah, don’t worry about it, come on in,” Sam said over Andy’s half-hearted protest, standing aside and motioning for the fox to enter.

“Thanks, I appreciate it,” Andy said gratefully as he stepped over the threshold.

Once Sam closed the front door, he led Andy from the small foyer through the impressively large, open-concept living room and into the kitchen. Andy could have taken a moment to admire the combination of industrial and zen-themed decor, or glance at the sliding glass doors on the far side of the living room to get a view of the Copelands’ tastefully landscaped backyard (complete with a patio and small in-ground plunge pool), but as the young fox padded along in the tiger’s wake, his eyes were glued on Sam’s plump glutes in his boxers. Even though the older man’s rump was hidden beneath his underwear, seeing just the silhouette of the feline’s shapely ass was infinitely better than the vision that had flashed through Andy’s imagination earlier.

“I’ve also got ginger ale, if you’d like that instead?” Sam asked as he led the way to the kitchen.

“Huh? Oh, just water’s fine, thanks,” Andy replied, distracted from ogling his host’s butt.

The fox came to stand by the quartz-topped kitchen island while Sam procured a glass from one of the cupboards and filled it with cold, filtered water from a pitcher in the refrigerator.

“Ice?” Sam asked.

“Oh! Yeah, that’d be great, thanks.”

The tiger bent over to open the freezer drawer below the fridge…and Andy watched Sam’s shirt ride up slightly along his back, revealing just the smallest patch of white and black-striped fur, while his boxer-clad butt was on full display. Sam’s tail was limp and relaxed as he scooped up some ice and dropped it into the glass of water…and Andy hastily averted his gaze, pretending to be looking elsewhere, when the tiger straightened up and turned around to face him.

“There you go…oh, heh, also, sorry for the way I’m dressed,” the tiger added a tad sheepishly as he handed the full glass of water to Andy before pouring one for himself. “Even with the AC on in here, it’s still hot as balls—you know how it is, right?”

Andy took a sip of his water before chuckling, “Hey, I’d be doing the same thing if I were you.” He gestured at himself as he continued, “I had to lose the shirt while I was working, and would’ve taken off the shorts too, but…something to be said for public indecency, I guess.”

“Heh, fair enough…stud like you could probably get away with mowing the lawn naked, though,” Sam quipped with a grin.

Andy hesitated, unsure if the tiger had just made a lighthearted joke or if his comment had been more of a flirtation…but either way, the fox rolled with it by modestly replying, “Aw, thanks, although I wouldn’t want to freak out your neighbors.”

Sam shrugged and nodded at the window, where there was a view of the house across the street. “Eh, I don’t think they’d worry too much, the folks around here are pretty open-minded…heh, they’d have to be, considering how many times they’ve seen me walking outside in just my skivvies to get the morning paper,” he noted with a wink at Andy.

“Now that’s quite the view to wake up to!” Andy said, hoping he sounded more complimentary than disparaging.

“You wouldn’t believe the actual catcalls I’ve gotten,” the tiger replied, snickering. “Ah man…well, we’re dudes, you know? Nothing wrong with letting it all hang out a little, right?”

“Exactly!” Andy replied enthusiastically.

Sam raised his glass in a mock toast before taking another sip, then sighed, “Aaah…alrighty, so what’s the damage?”

Andy hastily gulped more of his water before he set his glass down on the counter and consulted the receipt on his clipboard. “Let’s see…so, for the pruning, weeding, and lawn detailing, looks like the grand total is $225.”

Sam had been hovering by the closed refrigerator, but he stepped closer to the island now, closing the distance between himself and Andy. “Do you mind if I take a look at that?”

“Oh! Sure.” Andy pulled the receipt from his clipboard and handed the paper over to Sam, who now stood only a couple feet in front of him.

The fox watched the tiger examine the receipt…and as Sam’s eyes darted back and forth to read the summary of the charges, Andy’s gaze lingered on Sam’s slowly rising and falling chest…his strong-looking arms…the tiger’s tree trunk-like thighs…and the bulge in Sam’s underwear…wait, had it grown in the few short minutes since Andy had first glimpsed it when Sam had initially opened the front door? Andy wasn’t certain; maybe it was a trick of the light, or it could be that the tiger’s dick had merely shifted and hadn’t begun to stiffen…not that Andy was expecting Sam to pop a boner anytime soon, but summer heat (and being underdressed in the company of a stranger) had a way of making the body behave strangely…

“Hmm…okay, it’s all looking good to me,” Sam said, getting Andy’s attention once again. He set the receipt on the counter and made for one of the island drawers as he asked, “Do you take card payments?”

Andy shook his head. “I don’t, sorry; I still need to get a card reader. And I’d do an online money transfer, but with the fees I’d have to charge extra, so it’s either cash or checks.”

“Gotcha, no problem…ah, shoot,” Sam muttered when he pulled open the drawer he needed and took out his wallet. “Actually, might be a slight problem; the wife’s got the checkbook, and…”

Andy waited as Sam opened his billfold and looked inside—the tiger groaned and shook his head.

“And of course I’m strapped for cash—all I’ve got is a 20…damn, I’m sorry about that, bud!” Sam sighed regretfully.

“Oh! Dang…man, that sucks…I mean, not blaming you or anything, just…shoot,” Andy murmured uneasily. He paused, thinking for a moment, before he ventured, “Do you know when Mrs. Copeland’s gonna be back?”

“Not for a few more hours, she’s at her book club and running some errands after that, so she won’t have the checkbook back here anytime soon,” Sam replied, grimacing. He looked at Andy and sighed. “And I want to pay you and let you get on your way, you shouldn’t have to wait around because I forgot you were coming today…”

The tiger trailed off and tapped his fingers on the countertop as he lapsed into thoughtful silence. Andy paused again, then proposed, “Well, I could head on out, and then come back later when she’s here?”

“Hmm…yeah, I guess that could work…but I still want to give you something now for all the work you did, and just $20 is insulting,” Sam insisted.

“Oh! No, really, it’s no big deal—” Andy began.

“Sure it is! Hotter than hell out there and you sweat your ass off making the yard look amazing,” Sam said over Andy, gesturing at the still-sweaty fox standing before him. “Come on, I owe you at least something worthwhile for your trouble, especially since you’d need to come back for the check. But what…hmm…”

Andy leaned back against the countertop—he was so ready to sit down and get off his aching feet, but he didn’t want to impose too much on Sam while the tiger was thinking, so he compromised and gingerly settled his waist against the quartz slab and folded his arms as he watched his host…and waited as Sam stroked his chin and wracked his brain…

The tiger’s tail twitched…

And Sam’s eyebrows rose…before lowering again as he tilted his head to the side…and gazed at Andy with a tentatively questioning look on his face.

“Well…kind of a wild idea, but…would you be open to a favor?” Sam ventured.

Something about the tiger’s suggestive tone made Andy’s ears perk up on either side of his backwards baseball cap, and his stomach lurched in anticipation. “What kind of favor?”

Sam’s tail twitched again. “Well…you’re over 18, right?”

Andy nodded slowly. “Yeah…had my birthday a few months ago.”

“Cool…well…if you’re up for it, I could pay you with something a little more…fun, if you know what I mean,” Sam said coyly.

Andy’s heart began pumping faster, and his stomach flipped. Was the man nearly 30 years his senior offering what Andy thought he was offering? The fox gulped nervously, his throat dry, before he started, “What, uh…what kind of payment did you have in mind, exactly?”

“Well, there’s that saying about ‘cash, grass, or ass’,” the tiger said with a chuckle as he stepped closer to Andy; the fox remained where he was as Sam closed the distance between them, padding over to stand directly in front of the teenager. “Not to butcher it too much, but since I’m short on cash…and you cut my grass…so, how about some ass?”

Andy’s pulse thundered in his ears as the tiger leaned forward, invading his personal space…and as Sam’s keg-like gut brushed against his slim stomach, the fox felt a fresh wave of heat roll over him. His tail bristled and his spine tingled with excitement; with his heart beating a mile a minute, his hormones already starting to kick into overdrive from Sam’s implied proposal, and still just so exhausted from a day full of yard work, the fox was well and truly flustered. It was all Andy could do to get out, “You, uh…you want mine…or…offering yours?”

The tiger growled, his voice a low and sultry rumble. “Heh, whatever you want, kid…although, handsome little stud like you,” Sam started as he reached down between himself and the shorter fox in front of him…and lightly took hold of Andy’s already-plumping sheath and balls through his still-damp gym shorts, “I get a feeling that you’re more of a top…am I right?”

“Aaah..I…yeah,” Andy murmured, letting his hormones do the talking now as the tiger fondled his junk. He allowed his hands to settle naturally on Sam’s wide hips, and he pressed himself closer to the tiger. Forget about being professional, the teen’s libido was taking control. And while Sam’s fingers cupped his balls and wrapped around his sheath through his shorts, the fox’s cock began to stiffen and swell, slimily emerging from the sweaty confines of his sheath.

“Yeah, I figured…mmm, and I bet you’ve got a nice piece on you, too,” Sam continued growling as he squeezed the solidifying lump in the fox’s shorts. “Feels pretty stiff in there already…doesn’t take much to get the engine going, huh?”

“Heh, I…ah…might be…oooh, just a little pent up,” Andy admitted, now beginning to subtly squirm under the tiger’s ministrations; he was trapped between Sam in front of him and the counter behind him, and he whimpered softly as his cock inflated and emerged further from his sheath…to the point that a tent was growing in his shorts, pointing at the tiger’s crotch, the tip millimeters away from rubbing against the hefty bulge in Sam’s boxers.

“I believe it…I remember being your age, being horny all the time…getting hard from just the littlest things…always needing to get my rocks off,” Sam rumbled, now leaning further forward and down so he was crooning directly into the teen’s ear. “It’s like you need a hole to fuck around the clock, am I right?”

“Uuugh, yeeeessss,” Andy whimpered—he shuddered against the tiger and bucked his hips, his sensitive and stiffening erection sliding against both the fabric of his gym shorts and Sam’s squeezing hand.

“Heh, well I’ve got one for you, if you want to make a gentleman’s arrangement…fuck me now, come back later for the check?” the large feline suggested.

Sam could have simply stopped at “fuck me now”—at the moment, Andy didn’t care at all about the $225 he was owed for his work. But still, one thing did nag enough at the back of his mind to give him pause.

“I…I mean, yeah, but…what about…”

The tiger smirked. “What, the wife?”

Andy nodded.

Sam shrugged. “Who says she has to know? Besides, it’s fun to play around on the side…especially with a little hottie like you,” he added with a sultry growl while he gently squeezed Andy’s cock through his shorts again. “And, added bonus for you—don’t you wanna tell your friends you fucked a big married man and turned him into your personal cum dump?”

Andy couldn’t help but guffaw; the prospect of boasting to his buddies about this encounter was plenty enticing already, and hearing Sam say it out loud made him want it even more…

“How about it, kid?” Sam purred, still holding and fondling the fox’s package. “Wanna breed me?”

Andy couldn’t resist any more; the temptation was just too good to pass up, even with the less-than-moral behavior of cheating…but then, he wasn’t being the adulterer in this situation, he was just the “other man”, and that was something Andy was perfectly okay with at the moment. “Oh yeah…hell yeah, let’s do it,” the fox gasped.

“Atta boy…wild idea, but I had a feeling you’d like that deal…heh, now let’s see what we’re working with,” Sam chuckled.

The tiger released his grip on Andy’s manhood and moved his hand up to the waistband of the fox’s shorts. With well-practiced ease, Sam hooked his fingers into the elasticated band beneath Andy’s navel, his fingers brushing through the white fur on the vulpine’s slender stomach…and smoothly pulled down, revealing Andy’s groin…exposing his white-furred sheath, which by now had retracted to the point that the majority of the fox’s somewhat bulbous-yet-tapered shaft was free, while his swelling knot was still trapped inside the tight, fleshy pocket. Sam kept pulling, tugging Andy’s shorts further down, laying bare more and more of the fox’s length…until all seven inches of teenage fox meat was on display, and Andy’s cock bobbed from the sudden release of tension as Sam tugged the waistband of his shorts down over the pointed tip of his member.

“Oooooh, mmmf!” Andy huffed, his dick free at last.

“Hehe, yeah, there we go…damn, that’s some nice equipment you’ve got,” Sam murmured as he pulled Andy’s shorts down to his knees, unveiling the fox’s high-hanging, cherry-sized balls as well.

He relinquished his hold on the boy’s waistband and let gravity do the rest of the work—Andy’s shorts dropped to his ankles and feet, landing on the hardwood floor with a soft fwump.

Andy was simply too horny to be self-conscious about being bare-assed and fully erect in a stranger’s kitchen. The teen kicked his damp shorts off of his feet and to the side, and he stripped off his loose tank top, leaving his cap on while he tossed his shirt on the countertop he was leaning against. In the meantime, Sam, still in his t-shirt and boxers, sank to his knees in front of Andy, holding the naked boy’s slender waist with his large hands…before he cupped the fox’s balls with his left paw and began slowly stroking Andy’s cock with his right hand, teasingly pumping his fist up and down the teen’s already-throbbing member.

“Man, just look at you…so big and hard. As. A. Fucking. Rock. Boy!” Sam observed lustily as he dragged his closed hand from the pointed tip of Andy’s dick down to the swell of his knot still locked up tight in his sheath.

“Ah! Hmmff, yeah,” Andy huffed. He didn’t have the brain capacity for a more eloquent response, he was simply reveling in the sensation of the tiger’s palm and finger pads rubbing against his tender skin, of Sam’s fist lightly clenched around his manhood and methodically jerking him off…and the soft fondling and sporadic tug on his balls only made the fox’s member flex harder in the tiger’s paw.

“Heh, someone needs to blow off some steam, that’s for sure,” Sam murmured, gazing admiringly at Andy’s arousal. After another couple pumps of his hand, he glanced up at the fox, who was leaning back against the countertop for support once more. “How about it? Want to bust your load in me, bud? Bet you’ve got a big one saved up in these things, too, am I right?” he prompted as he gently squeezed Andy’s nuts in his left hand.

“Hnnf…I…oh yeah, I wanna breed you,” Andy murmured.

“Mmm, there’s a good little breeding stud…gonna feel so fucking good having this thing in me,” Sam growled, gripping the very base of Andy’s stiff cock through his sheath and lightly shaking the boy’s erection to tease it even more.

“Uuuugh, hell yeah,” Andy groaned.

“But first, Daddy’s gotta have a taste,” the older tiger rumbled.

Andy’s heart skipped a beat when he heard Sam refer to himself as “Daddy”, but before he could even register how insanely arousing he found that to be, the tiger licked the tip of his cock; Andy gasped when he felt Sam’s tongue curl around the protruding point of his member…and then Sam slid his lips over Andy’s cockhead…and the fox practically melted as Sam’s muzzle engulfed his manhood.

“Oooooooh ffffuuuuuuuuck, Daaaaaddyyyyy,” Andy moaned loudly.

The tiger chuckled proudly while he slid his head forward, inhaling the scent of sweaty teen boy crotch and sheath as he did so. He let his right hand drop to his side while his wet lips smoothly dragged along the hot, tender skin of Andy’s cock, and the sides of his tongue curled up to cradle the underside of the throbbing member that glided into his watering mouth. The tips of his sharp teeth just barely grazed the delicate flesh, adding an even more tantalizing texture to the sensations that made Andy shiver and groan, and Sam didn’t stop until his nose was firmly pressed against the boy’s groin and the fox’s plump testicles rested against his chin. He breathed in again, simply enjoying the aromas of Andy’s sweat-dampened groin…and sighed contentedly through his nose, his warm breath rustling the fox’s fur.

Andy huffed breathlessly, nearly overwhelmed by the feeling of having his cock inside the tiger’s mouth, his shaft sandwiched between the soft pad of the man’s tongue and the harder roof of his mouth, his pointed cockhead on the verge of entering Sam’s throat…and then he groaned when Sam began sucking.

“Oooooh ffffuuuuck!” The fox shuddered and held onto the countertop behind him for support—his knees felt ready to buckle and he was doing his utmost not to fall on top of the tiger in front of him.

Sam began to purr as he suckled, nursing on the horny teen’s member and making the hot rod of flesh vibrate in his muzzle. As he did so, he kept his left hand on Andy’s balls, gently cupping them in his palm and fondling them with his fingers. Sam’s right hand, however, drifted to the waistband of his boxers…and slipped inside to grasp his own cock, which had begun to stiffen already. Sam began to stroke himself lazily, manually coaxing his chubbing member to full mast within his boxers while he swirled his tongue up and down along Andy’s length, swaddling the tip of the boy’s cock with his wet, dexterous muscle and tasting the beads of salty and sweet precum already starting to ooze up from the depths of Andy’s urethra…before circling around the stiffly pulsing shaft, over and under the subtle bulges and curves of the fox’s penis…down to the swell of Andy’s knot, just barely budging past the rim of his sheath…

“Oh shit! Shiiiit, that’s so good, don’t stop…please don’t stoooop,” Andy panted and moaned. The teen had gotten his dick sucked before, but Sam was teasing him with the skill of a virtuoso. He didn’t know if the (supposedly) straight married man had had plenty of experience or was just a natural, and at the moment, Andy didn’t care which—all that mattered to the young fox was the intense pleasure radiating through his whole body.

And fortunately for Andy, it seemed that Sam had no intention of stopping, at least for now; while the tiger continued lazily stroking his own (now-erect) cock inside his boxers, Sam took another few passes, maintaining the vacuum in his muzzle as he slid his tongue up and down and all around the fox’s cock, liberally coating it in saliva and sopping up all the tangy, salty, buttery, musky flavor he could get. Sam spent a good minute just slobbering on Andy’s cock, suckling on it and keeping it fully enveloped in his mouth. He didn’t need to bob his head back and forth or start aggressively slurping on the boy’s member—it was already throbbing so hard in Sam’s mouth that the tiger figured Andy wouldn’t need much extra stimulation to go ahead and bust a nut…but the older man had other plans.

After taking his time to suck on Andy’s cock, Sam buried his face deeper in Andy’s crotch—the fox’s fur was so wet with warm sweat that his groin was practically steaming, and the tiger got a good faceful of teen musk…which made his own cock flex hard in his hand while he continued jerking himself off in his boxers. In the process of smearing his face against Andy’s groin, Sam extended his tongue further, to the rim of Andy’s sheath, which was still wrapped around the boy’s steadily-inflating knot…before he pushed forward even more, worming his tongue into the snug, skintight space of Andy’s sheath.

Andy jolted at the feeling of having his sheath invaded; his wide eyes bulged and his tail flicked up straight behind his back as his cock flexed in Sam’s mouth. The boy nearly saw stars—having Sam’s slimy, nimble tongue slide into the cramped space between the semi-stretchy inner lining of his sheath and the sensitive bulb of his knot was a quasi-orgasmic sensation all by itself, enough to make him shudder, buck his hips, and gasp, “Holy fuck! Oh ffffuck yes! Oh my god, right in there!”

Still stroking his own cock in his underwear, Sam chuckled at the fox’s reaction. There was a certain satisfaction in hitting upon a boy’s hot spots, and the tiger was happy to keep pressing on the one he’d just found; with Andy’s stiff dick filling his mouth and his nose pressed firmly against the teen’s groin, Sam slowly, teasingly undulated his tongue back and forth within the fox’s sheath. As he dragged his tongue back and forth in the tight, knot-filled pocket, the tiger tasted pure sweat and concentrated musk, the raw flavors of teen arousal. His tongue slipped and slid between the the soft, silky, paper-thin inner membrane of the fox’s sheath and the solid, engorged, pulsating mass of the boy’s tender knot…Sam swirled his tongue around the swollen bulb and dug in deeper, even getting so far as the very root of Andy’s cock beneath his knot, and he lapped and slurped away at it as best as he could…and all the while, the tiger continued teasing himself, pumping his hand up and down along his erection in his visibly-tented boxers. Sam was stiff as a steel post as he sucked Andy’s cock and teased the inside of his sheath with his tongue, and he purred even louder, relishing the feeling of having his hand on his dick while having the horny boy’s member in his mouth…and under his excitedly twitching tail, the tiger’s hole quivered with need…

“Huuuuunngggh…Daaaddyyyyyy,” Andy moaned, hardly able to withstand the onslaught of pleasure as the tiger smoothly dipped into his most intimate of spaces and set his nerves alight as he sampled his innermost flavors.

“Mmmmmm,” Sam moaned, taking a few more indulgent moments to get a good taste, to feel the hot, drumming throb of the boy’s arousal against his tongue…before he withdrew at last.

The tiger dragged his head backwards, until Andy’s cock popped out of his mouth. Eye-level with the fox’s groin as he sat on his knees, Sam got an up-close and personal view of Andy’s member hanging erect before him, pulsing and glistening with drool. He licked his lips, a predator savoring the taste of fresh meat…and he gazed up at Andy with a hungry leer.

“Fuuuuck, you taste good, kid…I could suck that dick all day if you weren’t gonna fuck me,” the tiger said with a satisfied rumble. He gave Andy’s testicles one last gentle squeeze with his left hand before releasing them; he rubbed his free palm over his muzzle, inhaling as he smeared the fox’s scent all over his nose. “Mmm, you smell real good, too…nice and ripe…”

Andy was huffing softly to catch his breath. His heart was still racing, his knees still weak; he swallowed, then managed, “I mean, I’d be…hooo, real happy just getting head.”

Sam grunted as he rose to his feet, and he pulled his right hand out of his boxers; his dick had formed an impressive tent in his crotch, and it rubbed against Andy’s erection as the tiger stood up straight again. “Hehe, oh no, buddy…we had a deal…”

The larger tiger loomed over the shorter fox; Sam grinned seductively at Andy as he laid a heavy hand on the boy’s shoulder, and he leaned in close to murmur, “I owe you some ass, remember?”

Andy shivered and nodded excitedly. “Oh hell yeah!”

Sam smirked and patted the lithe fox’s shoulder. “Atta boy…I just need to get a little something for you first—head on out to the patio, I’ll meet you there.”

With a parting wink, Sam stepped away and exited the kitchen, walking down the hallway leading deeper into the house—for a moment, Andy was too dazed to do anything except stare after the burly tiger and watch the way his tail swung and his ass swayed as he walked down the hall…before Sam disappeared through a doorway, presumably to his and his wife’s bedroom.

The fox shook himself into action. Still parched, he quickly guzzled the rest of the water that Sam had poured for him; once he’d slaked his thirst, Andy headed for the living room, his stiff cock pointing the way ahead of him and wagging from side to side as he walked. He padded across the area rug covering the hardwood floor, making for the sliding glass doors that led to the Copelands’ backyard. After fumbling with the latch to unlock the doors, he slid one of them open—the door glided easily on its track, and Andy, now totally naked except for his backwards baseball cap, stepped outside once again into the muggy and heavy heat.

The Copelands’ patio was a clean and stylish expanse of pale gray bricks laid in a herringbone pattern, and it formed a perimeter around the azure-tiled, in-ground plunge pool that was large enough to accommodate 10 people. A few reclining loungers were lined up near the pool’s edge, and off to the side stood a glass-topped table with matching chairs and an impressive grill; adjacent to the patio was a well-trimmed stretch of grass, perfect for lawn bowling and bocce. A free-standing hammock had been placed on the grass, and a row of trees, ferns, and snake plants formed a beautiful natural barrier in front of the wooden fence that surrounded the yard. A couple wind chimes hung from the eaves of the house’s roof, and their brass cylinders faintly rang in a random melody as the light breeze stirred their pendulums.

Excited and horny as he was, Andy had to admire the Copelands’ backyard as he stepped closer to the plunge pool; it was a feast for the eyes, a perfect little oasis to enjoy. And even though the fox didn’t much care about being modest at this point, he was grateful for the privacy that the fencing provided. In fact, he could imagine Sam taking full advantage of having his backyard set up like this, skinny dipping in his pool, sunning himself in the buff, having naked cookouts…among other things…

And speaking of other things…

At the sound of the sliding glass door rolling shut behind him, Andy turned around to see his host emerging from the house…and the fox’s heart hammered against his ribcage when he saw that Sam had shed his t-shirt and boxers.

“Whoa,” the teen breathed in awe.

Andy now had an unobstructed view of the white-furred tiger’s thick torso—heavyset as he was, Sam carried his weight gorgeously, with his plump chest bulging just enough to showcase the raw physical power at his disposal beneath the moderate layer of fat covering his muscles. Andy had been right about the feline’s gut as well, which hung down in a large, firm paunch over his waist, his belly button a deep divot in the hefty keg of his stomach…and then Andy stared at Sam’s groin. The tiger had a small fat pad covering his pelvis, and he sported a stocky and stout dick, a beautifully girthy, softly barbed column that protruded five and a half inches from the opening of his sheath in a subtle upward arch, while Sam’s plum-sized testicles hung low against his thighs. The feline’s whole package looked mouthwateringly juicy…it was almost a shame that Andy was more preoccupied with the prospect of fucking the sexy, beefy tiger, as Sam had a severely suckable cock himself.

“Fffuuuck meee,” Andy groaned at the sight of the nude tiger approaching him with a small bottle of lube in his hand.

“Ha! Should be the other way around, stud,” Sam said with a chuckle as he tossed the lube to Andy, who caught it while still staring at the older man. “Glad you like what you see, though.”

“Are you kidding?” Andy started while Sam padded over to one of the loungers. “I don’t just like what I see, I…IIIIII…hooolyyyyy shiiiiiit!”

As Sam laid back on the lounger and raised his spread legs to present his ass to Andy, the fox’s initial statement of admiration morphed into a wide-eyed exclamation of astonished wonder. The perfectly round, firm, black-striped buns of Sam’s rump parted to reveal the tight pucker of the tiger’s ass, a fleshy pink star that utterly distracted Andy from further complimenting his host’s looks. At the sight of Sam’s vulnerable hole on display, Andy’s cock flexed hard and his heart skipped a beat—a fire ignited within him, an explosion of unbearable desire unlike any the fox had ever felt before. Sure, Andy had fucked around with friends his own age and had some experience breeding holes, but seeing Sam’s ass now was like being offered a Prime cut of pristinely marbled beef after having eaten only low-quality Utility cuts. This was premium, Grade-A, mature, man ass—no, not just “man” ass, but “Daddy” ass…and it was all his for the taking.

Andy huffed—his cock throbbed hard at the sight of the tiger’s presented ass, straining against his sheath so much that his vulpine, kiwi-sized knot finally popped out of the protective pocket.

The tiger snickered, enjoying the effect he was having on the dumbfounded and incredibly horny teen. His own stiff member flexed involuntarily, and Sam briefly relaxed his anus before he clenched and opened again, making his hole wink at the boy—he then wiggled his rump to invite Andy closer.

“Heh, you gonna get in here or what?” Sam purred.

“Ohmygodyes,” Andy breathed in a rush.

Quick as he could, the young fox eagerly scrambled over to join Sam on the recliner; as he settled on his knees between the tiger’s raised legs, Andy fiddled with the bottle of lube to open it. His breath was shaky and his fingers trembled with excitement, but Andy managed to steady himself enough to open the bottle and squirt a large dollop of lube into his palm, which he then began to rub on his stiff cock. With a few indulgent pumps of his hand, Andy greased up his member from its pointed tip (already aimed directly at Sam’s rear entrance like a compass pointing north) to the very base of his knot, smearing the slimy fluid over his skin until his paw began to smoothly and slickly glide up and down his shaft.

“There we go,” Sam said satisfactorily when he heard the soft, wet shlk-shlk-shlk of Andy’s hand stroking his cock. He then winked his hole again as he prompted, “Get a little in there for me, too.”

“Huh? Oh! Yeah, hang on,” Andy mumbled—in his horny fervor, he’d nearly forgotten that Sam would need some lube as well.

The fox let go of his cock and squirted more lube onto his fingers, which he then started to apply to the tiger’s ass after setting the bottle in the ground next to the lounger. With the tips of two of his digits, Andy circled the older man’s rim first, lightly dragging his fingertips around the perimeter of Sam’s anus; the lube made his fingers slide smoothly across the hot, gently pulsing flesh…Sam grunted at the stimulation and relaxed even more, allowing his hole to hang open more and gape.

“Oooh fuuuuck, that’s hot,” Andy murmured, his eyes glued to the loosening orifice…which he tentatively began to probe and rub with the tips of his lubed fingers. He experimentally tugged at the pliable lips of Sam’s hole…before pushing past them.

“Mmm, yeah, get some in there…a little more,” Sam urged, keeping himself relaxed as Andy’s digits penetrated him.

The fox did as he was told, coating the tiger’s innards with lube as he twisted his two fingers back and forth and circled them around inside the hot, moist tunnel of Sam’s rectum. The tiger’s internal muscles slackened even further and his hole opened wider under the teen’s ministrations. Andy’s heart beat faster with anticipation as he felt the small folds and ripples of the tiger’s sphincter and inner tissues against his fingers; he couldn’t wait to feel those scintillating textures against his dick instead, to have the older, bigger man clenching around him, to have his cock plunging into the tight confines of Sam’s ass…

“Holy shit, you feel amazing in there,” Andy mused as he corkscrewed his fingers deeper…and deeper…

“Mmm, just you wait until you’re fucking me for real,” Sam said with an appreciative growl while Andy pushed his fingers all the way in to his knuckles. He clenched and relaxed around the teen’s digits and sighed. “Aaaah, that’s good…alright, bud, Daddy needs a breeding. You gonna give it to me?”

“Hehe, yessir!”

Andy didn’t need more prompting than that; he smoothly withdrew his fingers, leaving Sam’s freshly-lubed hole open and glistening wetly in the sunlight. The fox then scooted in closer on his knees, getting into position to properly mount the tiger in front of him; he reached forward with his left hand to hold Sam’s right thigh for leverage, and with his right hand, Andy held his cock steady as he pressed the tip of his dick against the rim of the tiger’s hole. He bit his lip at the physical contact, the feeling of raw flesh against flesh, and he hovered on the verge for just a moment…before he pushed forward with his hips.

“Oooooh fuuuuck,” the teen breathed when his cockhead slid into the warm, tight, and slick entrance of Sam’s ass.

“Mmmmm, theeeere it issss,” Sam hissed in pleasure at the initial penetration.

Andy removed his right hand from the base of his cock and held onto Sam’s left thigh, now using both of the tiger’s legs like handles for support.

“Hooo, shit,” Andy groaned as he began to slowly push further forward. He almost couldn’t stand the sensation of Sam’s sphincter spreading around his cock, of the tiger’s innards rubbing against his sensitive shaft, of how silky smooth and yet perfectly textured Sam’s ass was as it hugged his member tightly. He wasn’t even actually fucking the tiger yet and he almost felt ready to cream the older man’s insides right then and there…but Andy restrained himself and breathed purposefully through the nerve-tingling sensations to cope. “You…you okay for me to keep going?”

“Oooh yeah,” Sam exhaled contentedly as he grinned up at the fox. “This isn’t my first time taking a dick, kid—you do what you need to do to breed me.”

Andy smirked back at Sam. “Hehe, you got it, Daddy.”

And with that, the fox renewed his grip on Sam’s thighs, took a breath…and rolled his hips forward, sinking his cock into the hole that snugly yet effortlessly accepted him, all the way up to his knot.

“Oooh myyyy goooooood!” Andy moaned loudly as his dick slid home into Sam’s ass.

“Yeeeeaaah…that’s it!” Sam grunted in pleasure. He arched his back while Andy pushed into him, savoring the sensation of how the teen’s long, subtly bulbous shaft speared into him, spread his innards apart, and rode over his prostate. He could feel Andy’s excited, fast-paced heartbeat inside him, the heat radiating from the boy’s arousal, the throb of his need…and he clenched around the fox’s cock with a need of his own.

“Uuugh, fuck, Daddy,” Andy whimpered.

“Heh, that’s the idea, kid…get to it,” Sam growled.

“Mmm, yessir…”

Andy drew back, pulling halfway out of Sam’s ass—the lips of the tiger’s anus dragged out along with the fox’s cock, as if the feline didn’t want to let go of Andy’s member. The teen rolled his hips back…paused…and then pushed forward again, thrusting completely into Sam once more until just his knot was pressed against the rim of the tiger’s hole. Out…and in…out…and in…

Andy trembled as he worked up to a steady tempo; the combination of nerves, horny excitement, and desire to enjoy the moment and not cum too fast made him shake from head to toe (not to mention the fact that he was also already physically fatigued from having done so much yard work in the blazing heat), like he was participating in an intense workout. And yet—

“Come on…more…faster,” Sam encouraged.

The fox grunted and bit his lip. The tiger’s ass was so good, so much better than any other ass, mouth, hand, or toy that Andy had ever used; it was as if his cock was being cradled on all sides by a slimy, velvety compress, with the perfect amount of give, tension, and friction, sublime textures and heat, and utterly exquisite wetness. And the feeling of his hips connecting with Sam’s rump, the tiger’s words in his ear, the sweat on his back, the sun beating down on him, the sound of the water lapping in the plunge pool behind him…

“Nnngh ffffuuuuck!” Andy groaned, giving up the desire to prolong this experience—he had to give into his instincts and let his body take over.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

Andy started humping with gusto, energetically thrusting forward and drawing back, forward and back, forward and back…

“Yeeeeaaah, that’s more like it!” Sam rumbled approvingly. He licked his lips and sighed blissfully as the horned up teen bucked into him, reclining further on the lounger as Andy began properly hammering him.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

“Hnf! Hnf! Hnf! Hnf! Hnf!” Andy huffed with every thrust—he was exhausted from a long, hot day of work, but exhaustion be damned. The stamina of lustful youth kept him going, as if his body was determined to fuck this drop-dead sexy beast of a man raw and hard and spill his seed inside the tiger nearly 30 years older than him.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

“Ngh! Yeah! Right there, kid…uuuugh, yeah, keep it up,” Sam moaned as Andy kept humping away at his ass. The tiger alternately clenched and relaxed, milking the boy’s cock with his ass and driving the young fox wild—

Plaplaplaplaplaplaplaplap…

Andy sped up, a dynamo working in overtime. He held on tight to Sam’s thighs as he practically hurled himself into the tiger, losing himself in his rut.

“Ooooh yeeeaaaah, just like that!” Sam nearly yowled with pleasure.

“Hnf! Hnf! Hnf! Glad you—nf—approve!” Andy managed to grunt.

“Oooh heeeeell yeeeeaaah…fffuuuuck, that dick feels so goooood…you got a perfect cock, kid, you’re filling me up niiiiice,” Sam groaned. He loosened his hold on his thighs—he’d been using his hands to support them for Andy’s sake, but now that the fox was rapidly pumping in and out of him, Sam lowered his legs to rest his ankles on the fox’s shoulders. With his hands free, the tiger moved his paws to his groin…and started stroking his cock and cupping his balls. Precum was already oozing from his urethra, and as Sam teased himself in tandem with Andy’s thrusting, even more of the silky, slimy fluid leaked from the tip of his short and fat pole.

Plaplaplaplaplaplaplaplap…

Andy’s knot banged against Sam’s hole and the teen’s hips slammed into the older man’s thick cheeks with every thrust. The fox’s head lolled to the side in abject bliss, and his cheek rested against the firm mound of Sam’s calf and ankle propped up on his shoulder. And the youth’s hips just kept pumping away, back-forth-back-forth-back-forth…

Despite the fact that Andy had significantly less mass to throw around than Sam, the boy was fucking the older man with such force that the poolside lounger they were on shook and jostled with the motion of the fox’s energetic humping. And there was no stopping Andy either; he was hammering Sam for all he was worth, relentlessly screwing the bigger tiger in a carnal rut.

“Uuungh…you…you really needed to fuck, huh?”

“Mmf…I…hnf! I was…gonna go home and jerk off,” Andy admitted, his voice strained, “but this is…ngh, ohGODthisiswaybetter!”

“Mmmhmm, fucking deeeeeefinitely…beats spanking one out,” Sam groaned agreeably while he continued stroking his own cock.

Plaplaplaplaplaplaplaplap…

“Ngh! Ngh! Ngh!” Andy grunted as he hunched forward and began to grind deeper and more forcefully into Sam.

The fox’s cock pressed hard against the tiger’s prostate and Andy’s knot began pushing more insistently at Sam’s hole, stretching the older man’s sphincter little by little. Over Andy’s shoulders, Sam’s toes curled and spread in pleasure, and behind him his tail lashed back and forth like a snake.

“Daaaaamn, that’s good! Uuungh, shiiiiit, you—ungh!—you know how to use that thing!” the tiger yelped. An electric jolt flashed through him, as if he’d just jumped closer to the finish line instead of steadily working his way to the edge. “Uuungh…fucked a lot before?”

“Nf! Nf! Hnngh…oh yeah…and you…ungh, got a perfect ass for fucking,” Andy spat through clenched teeth. He was a pressure cooker on the verge of exploding, and he’d started bucking more erratically, in a frenzy that could only mean one thing. “Got me…real close, Daddy…”

“Nnngh…I can tell…hitting just the right spot…gonna make me bust, too, kid!” Sam gruffly gasped with effort.

Fucking away at the tiger’s ass, Andy was so close to his climax, so incredibly close, he just needed that last push. And from the frenetic way that Sam was clenching and spasming around him, it was clear that the tiger was teetering on the brink, too.

There was only one thing for it.

“Gotta…gotta…” Andy breathlessly huffed as he started grinding and pushing even harder into Sam.

“Ngh, yeah! That’s it, kid, knot me!” Sam yelled as he wildly stroked his own cock and squeezed his tightening balls. “Give Daddy that knot, boy!”

Schlop-schlop-schlop-schlop…

Andy was full-body thrusting into Sam, passionately throwing everything he had into the force of his fucking, desperate to jam his knot into the tiger. The two of them grunted, snarled, panted, and moaned in animalistic heat, ferocious and crazed with carnal need. Sweat dripped from the fox’s perspiring face, along his muzzle, and dropped to the tiger’s stomach, which had also grown damp. Andy’s cock—hotter than a broiling radiator, stiff as steel, throbbing with unrepentant lust and fit to burst apart, and slick with a combination of lube, his own precum, and Sam’s bodily fluids—roughly drove in and out, the knot pushing harder and further against the tiger’s hole. It was like a battering ram plowing into a wall, weakening the barrier with every hit…until…

Schlop-schlop-schlop—

Plop!

“Hoooooooooohhhhh! Ooooohhhffffuuuuuuuuuck!” Andy howled to the heavens when his knot plunged into Sam at last and he tied with the tiger—his balls immediately drew up and constricted powerfully, firing his cum into the older man’s guts just as the fox’s climax hit.

“Hrrrraaaaaaahh! Hooooooooaaaarrrrr!” Sam roared in wordless, orgasmic pleasure as he came like a geyser, convulsing and spasming under Andy while thick cables of cum erupted from his cock and flew to paint his chest, his stomach, and the abdomen of the youngster fucking him.

There was no concern at all about neighbors hearing them or how hot and sweaty they’d become under the sun—the fox and the tiger were slaves to their own euphoria, lost in the tidal waves of bliss that had crashed over them and carried them back out to sea. Andy carried on mindlessly pumping his hips for a few moments, unable to properly hump but still compelled by the instinctual urge to thrust while he was tied with the tiger—his knot had swollen from the size of a kiwi to that of a lemon, locking him fast in Sam’s ass.

As for Sam, the tiger bellowed and writhed at the apex of his orgasm. Spurt after spurt of cum pulsed from his throbbing cock, and he clenched from his head to his curling toes with every ejaculation of his member, bearing down hard on the pounding, jerking fox cock trapped within him. Warmth bloomed within him as potent teen seed gushed into his nooks and crannies—Andy’s inflated knot in his ass was like a cork in a wine bottle, keeping Sam sealed up tight and ensuring that the boy gave him a full and fat creampie without a single drop leaking out or going to waste.

Andy eventually stopped his short, rapid-fire thrusting and simply flopped forward on top of Sam, gasping like he’d just run a marathon. He didn’t care about the sticky mess of cum the tiger had shot between them; in fact, he reveled in the hot seed that clung to his sweaty fur, relished the musky smell of sex and the mature man’s cub batter—matted fur was the last thing on the fox’s mind as he lay there on the tiger, completely spent and whimpering and wincing from the overstimulation of Sam’s ass tightly wrapped around his tender knot.

Sam began to settle as well, his roars subsiding to hoarse gasps and exhausted panting. He welcomed the lithe fox laying on top of him, embracing the boy with both his arms and legs. His rampant bursts of cum slowed to listless oozings, and his tensing muscles relaxed and went slack as the afterglow set in.

The two of them lay there on the lounger, simply recovering, listening to each other breathe amid the ambience of the wind chimes softly ringing, the lapping water of the plunge pool, and the distant chirping of birds…

“Mmm…not bad, kid…not bad at all,” Sam eventually rumbled, stirring from his reverie.

“Hoooo…yeah?” Andy asked, mustering up enough strength to perk up a little and look Sam in the eyes. “Heh, oh yeah…you fucked Daddy’s ass good,” tiger said with a satisfied chuckle as he patted the boy on the back.

Andy’s tail limply wagged. “Hehe, I could get used to fucking Daddy’s ass…seriously the best I’ve ever had…”

“Oh, is that so?” Sam said thoughtfully.

The young fox nodded. “Mmhmm.”

Sam shifted on the lounger to get more comfortable, lightly jostling Andy on top of him as he did so. “Well, you know…if you want us as repeat customers, maybe we could work out some kind of discount with this…gentleman’s arrangement of ours…”

Andy grinned as he tilted his head to the side, intrigued by the tiger’s suggestion. “Heh…I’d be open to working something out like that…cut Daddy’s lawn, fuck Daddy’s ass while the missus is away?”

Sam chuckled. “Sounds like we’re on the same page, kid…the way you fuck, Daddy’s gonna need plenty more breedings from you…might need to find more opportunities to do some extra landscaping for us…”