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Jericho wasn't the best with money. In fact, the fennec was absolutely terrible with anything to do with numbers. So when he miscalculated the amount of money he'd need to get into the only gay club in town, he was shit out of luck. He was dressed in his favorite slutty apparel of a fishnet top that showed off his feminine curves and booty shorts that made the fact he had something between his legs very obvious. It told the world, "Yes, I want someone to shove it up my butt tonight!"

Unfortunately for him, being ten dollars short and leaving his wallet and bank card back home across town meant he was stuck outside in the cold, autumn evening air. He stood at the corner lamenting his mistake and coming off of the embarrassment of being turned away at the door after his poor attempts to flirt past the bouncer. He debated either wasting an hour and freezing his balls off to return home to get the correct amount of money or sucking someone off in the alley for a ten dollar bill.

He was so lost in thought that when a large hand grabbed his shoulder, he jumped and shrieked, drawing a lot of attention to himself. The bull who startled him chuckled and patted his shoulder. "Calm down kiddo, I ain't gonna hurt ya. Just wanted to know what a cute thing like yerself is doin' out in the cold." His southern accent and kind demeanor helped defuse the tension.

Jericho's ears flattened against his skull and he averted his eyes. "I, uh, don't have enough money to get in. I'm ten dollars short."

"Ten dollars, huh? Well I got a proposition for ya. How 'bout we head back to my truck and ya can work for the money. Sound good to ya?" Jericho looked the bull up and down and mulled over his choices. Being a four-foot tall fennec fox made the nearly seven-foot bovine gargantuan compared to him. He also knew that bulls tended to be packing enough meat in their pants to be usable as a bat. Jericho had never taken anyone as large as him before, but being the little slut that he was, he wanted to try.

The bull could've sworn he heard dial-up sounds radiating from the boy's head. He didn't mind the dull ones, especially since he didn't care for the snarky attitudes of know-it-all whores. Finally, Jericho let out a long sigh and turned to the bull with a smile. "Okay, bu-u-ut if I end up sitting on your thing, I'm gonna want more than just ten dollars." The bull laughed and grinned at the twink.

"Well let's see how ya do. If I like ya enough, I'll definitely make it worth yer while. Name's Bob, by the way."

Of course, Jericho thought. He held back a giggle. "Mine's Jericho. So, um, where's your truck?" Bob led the fox around a couple corners and through an alley to a semi-abandoned parking lot. Near the edge of the lot and parallel to a grimy building was a beat-up pick-up truck. Jericho grimaced at the rusted vehicle and when the two reached it, Bob pushed a key into the lock and opened the door. There weren't any footholds to climb on so the bull lifted Jericho and put him inside.

The musty interior was in just as poor condition as the exterior, but the worn seats were pretty comfortable. Jericho felt like a child again inside of a truck built for people twice his size. The driver's side door opened and Bob lugged himself in. When the door shut, the dim lights went out, bathing the two in darkness. Bob started the truck and turned on the heater as well as a few lights.

"There we are, nice and cozy. So, boy, what d'ya want to do first? Suck me like a lollipop or do you want to get to the main event?" His southern dialect and kind tone mixed with such naughty language nearly had Jericho laughing.

"How about we start with the blowjob so I can see what I'm dealing with." After a deep chuckle, the bull unbuttoned his worn jeans and pulled down his bottoms just enough to pull out is genitals. Once freed, his dick quickly inflated to it's near-foot length and complemented his sizable balls. Jericho swallowed; taking a large piece of meat like that would require some work.

The fennec got on his paws and knees and leaned over the center console. He brought his snout less than an inch away from Bob's tip and gave the flat head a few licks. His bovine musk and bitter pre combined into an alien yet arousing flavor that had the slut's mouth watering. With little need to prolong the wait, Jericho engulfed the first several inches of Bob's penis into his relatively small mouth. His meat spread his maw wide, making it difficult to utilize his tongue. Instead, Jericho opted to flatten the muscle and bob his head up and down.

Bob groaned as the boy worked, surprised that such a small thing could blow him so well. He brought his hand to the back of the fennec's neck and ran it down his spine, savoring the feeling of his short, soft fur between his work-hardened fingers. He made a few passes before he decided to take it a step further and wrap it around the twink's cute butt and between his legs. He groped and molested the fox through his denim shorts and rubbed his stiffening dick. Jericho shifted uncomfortably, his erection making his bottoms rather tight. Bob chuckled.

"Them girly shorts gettin' too tight? The glass is tinted so feel free to take them off." Jericho happily obliged. He ceased the blowjob and straightened himself out. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down, freeing his groin from their tight confines. Bob smirked at the boy. "Tighty-whities? I completely thought ya were a panties sorta fag."

Jericho gave him an uneasy grin. "I'm a little too nervous to buy panties at the store. Plus the sizes are all weird so I don't know what to get." Bob laughed, causing the boy to blush.

"With how small you are, yer gonna need to shop in the little girl's section. Now take off them undies and let daddy see what ya got." Jericho slipped his brief off and let then drop to the dirty floor. His modest package was appropriate for his size and could be considered cute. Bob leaned over and continued his molestation. "Nice pecker, kid. Not much of a dick connoisseur myself but it's perfect for a little bitch like yerself."

Bob rubbed the underside of Jericho's erection, causing the boy to moan like a slut. Normally men would go straight for his ass, so for Bob to take the time and run his rough, calloused thumb into his soft flesh was like a breath of fresh air to the small fox. It made him forget the fact that he was alone in a beat-up truck in a dark, empty parking lot with a complete stranger. The bull worked the twink's meat for a minute before opening the center console and pulling out a bottle of lube. Jericho smirked at the sight.

"I take it I'm not the first cute boy you've invited into your truck?" he bantered. The bull grinned back, his large, square teeth showing between his lips.

"Where d'ya think all these tears in my seats came from? I'll give ya a hint: it wasn't my horns." Bob applied a healthy portion of the slick liquid onto his penis and spread it into a nice, even coat. He deposited the bottle back into the console and rubbed his hands off on a rag behind his chair. "Now be a good little girl and sit on daddy's lap."

Jericho giggled and climbed over Bob with a foxy grace. Bob's massive cock was intimidating to the small fennec and he bit his lip thinking about how he would tackle it. The bull already had the answer; using his strong arms, he spun the fox so he faced forward and guided his feminine hips to his tip. "Take the wheel kiddo, I'll keep ya steady."

"Uh, thanks," Jericho replied. He took a few deep breaths to relax himself and started to lower himself onto the bull. He shuddered when the cold lube on his tip touched his pucker. His a bit of force, Jericho penetrated himself, the bull's blunt tip spreading him wide, and he slowly descended inch by inch. Halfway down, the fox felt himself stop. He was entering uncharted territory and his body was becoming hesitant.

A few more deep breaths and a bit more force allowed the fox to continue his descent. He felt a knot form in his throat, making it difficult to swallow. Again he got stuck, and again he pushed harder. He struggled for a good five minutes getting the bull's meat inside of him when at last, his cheeks hit Bob's groin and his balls rested on the bull's larger sack.

"Oh yeah," Bob sighed, savoring the feeling of the twink's tight tush. Jericho allowed his body to instinctively clench, adding to the pleasure the bull was experiencing. The fox wiped a tear from his eye and turned his head with a smarmy grin.

"Bet you thought I couldn't get you in me," Jericho remarked. Bob laughed and rubbed the boy's flanks.

"To be honest, I thought ya'd give up halfway down. I'm very glad I was wrong. Ya've proven ya can sit on me, but now let's see ya ride this bull. I expect ya to last more than seven seconds, though." Jericho repositioned himself and got into a comfortable position. Utilizing his slender legs, he lifted himself nearly six inches before pushing himself back down. Both males shivered with pleasure, Jericho's slick, velvet insides stimulating the bull's dick and Bob's large size pressed into the fox's prostate.

After a moment of respite, Jericho repeated the motion and got himself into a routine. The fox moaned with every decent, the pain from his anus overridden by the intense filling sensation. Bob was mostly silent, happy to listen to the twink's slutty sounds as he worked himself toward his release. He had many boy's ride him and he'd fucked many more, but Jericho was the smallest he'd experienced and his tight ass was the best he'd had in years. He wondered if he should get his number and add him to the list of booty calls, and as the fennec worked, the answer became more and more obvious.

Jericho eventually started slowing down. Despite being an experience whore, he wasn't used to powerbottoming. His legs were growing sore and his breathing grew heavy. Bob noticed his struggles and chuckled. "Gettin' tired, kiddo? Ya don't have to be shy about it." Jericho plopped his ass into the bull's lap and took a few needed breaths.

"Sorry. You're just so big," he said between breaths. Bob chuckled again and patted the fennec's thigh.

"No worries. Just means I'll need to take over." He grabbed Jericho's waist and pulled him off of his cock. The fox yipped at the sudden exit. Bob lowered the back of his seat to a slight upward angle and using a maneuver only possible after years of practice, Bob flipped the two of them and planted Jericho against it. The fox's head and chest laid against the seat and the angle forced his back into an arch.

With his slut prostrate and ready, Bob opened the console again and withdrew two items. The first of which was the bottle of lube, and after applying a new coat of the fluid, he stowed it away. The second item was a condom. When Jericho saw it, he was confused. It was way too small for the bull. Before he could ask, Bob answered his question. "As much as I like fucking boys in my truck, their messes are near impossible to clean out, so if you want to cum tonight, yet gonna do it in a rubber."

Jericho's face reddened even more as Bob slipped the cold latex over his erection. He once again cleaned off his hands and lined his dick up with Jericho's pucker. With a slow yet constant push, he inched his way back inside of his mate. Jericho whined as his rectum was stretched wide yet again. "God damn, yer still so tight?" Bob asked rhetorically. "I guess what they say about foxes is true, eh?"

The bulging mass in his ass kept Jericho too preoccupied to reply. When the bull completely hilted himself inside of the boy's warm body, he groaned deeply. "Damn, if I were twenty years younger, I'd stick a ring on your finger." Jericho's ears perked up.

"Wait, how old are you?" he asked. Bob gave him a toothy smile.

"Old enough to have plenty of experience and know-how to wreck a tiny thing like you without splitting you like a log." Jericho grimaced, not because he was most likely being fucked by someone twice his age but because the bull was pulling out of him. Jericho gritted his teeth and gripped the sides of the seat. As soon as only an inch of his manhood remained in the fox, Bob pushed himself right back in, startling a yelp from the boy. He repeated the motion several more times before deciding the perfect speed to fuck his pet.

In and out the bull went, each thrust eliciting a whine from the slut beneath him. The knot within Jericho's neck returned as he was nearly overwhelmed by the brutish dicking he was receiving. Bob plowed Jericho relentlessly, utilizing the entirety of his dick to bring out the most pleasure with each thrust. The truck rocked back and forth as he pounded the fox like a jackhammer busting through thick concrete. Jericho's whines grew louder, signaling to the bull that he was close to bursting. He sped up the pace, toeing the line between rough sex and anal destruction.

Tears streamed down Jericho's face as he received the beating. He couldn't tell if he was experiencing pain or pleasure, but what he could distinguish is the burning in his loins. He was riding the edge, his nuts threatening to burst, but he couldn't get himself to cum. He wasn't lucky enough to be blessed with the ability to achieve a hands-free orgasm and needed to jerk himself off. Unfortunately, he could barely move his arms and the angle he was at made it difficult to access his groin. Forced to wait until the bull finished up, he simply laid against the seat and bided his time.

Bob accurately guessed Jericho needed a little extra push to get off, but if the fox couldn't access his loins, the bull obviously couldn't either. He bit his lip as he tried to think of a way to get the boy to blow, but he ultimately decided that if the fox's boy-pussy was one of those fussy types, then the best course of action was to fuck it until his body gave out. Bob was patient and he could easily hold himself off for a while, so with an affirmative nod, he doubled down on Jericho.

Jericho suffered the edging for a good fifteen minutes before his prostate had enough. With one final thrust from Bob, he cried out in bliss as he dumped the entirety of his nuts into the condom, nearly overfilling it. His anus clenched around Bob's thick meat, its presence empowering his orgasm like an oversized butt-plug. For a moment, the world ceased to exist for Jericho as the only thing running through his mind was the intense pleasure of his release and the pain of so much fluid passing through his dick.

Meanwhile, Jericho's clenching and convulsing spurred Bob's release as well. His body pumped the boy with many ropes of cum, not only caking his insides but filling them completely. Jericho's belly bloated as bull spunk inflated his innards. Bob sighed as the last few spurts of semen left him. Not wanting to keep the boy uncomfortable, he slowly slid his member free, making sure to keep his seed from leaking out of him. With a small pop, his dick slid out and Jericho's worn anus sealed his cum inside.

With Bob's log out of his body, the pressure in Jericho's belly evened out as the bloating shrank to a slight curve. Jericho regained his senses and could feel what felt like a gallon of cum inside of his gut. He shuddered as he attempted to right himself. He noticed his fingers were halfway inside of the cushion.

"Uh, sorry about your chair," he apologized with a weak voice. Bob laughed.

"I nearly split you in half and yer worried about a worn-out truck seat? I see her priorities are in order. Now, before the dam breaks, if ya know what I mean, let's get ya back into yer pants." Bob helped Jericho over the console and into the passenger seat, careful not to put too mush pressure on his midsection. Jericho gathered his stuff and slid his bottoms back on with some difficulty. His legs were weak and he was exhausted. The slight expansion of his belly was enough to prevent him from buttoning his shorts, so he left them as is.

"So, ya still want that ten dollars?" Bob asked with a sneer. Jericho shook his head.

"Can you take me home instead? I don't think I'll be able to walk for a while." His voice was small and tired.

"Sure, kiddo. I'm starving though, so ya want to stop at Mickey-Dees on the way?" He didn't get a response. When the bull turned to look, Jericho was completely passed out with a satisfied smile on his face.