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Bourke knew all he needed to know before hitting up the fox. He was hung better than some horses, and he was a fucking asshole about it. The fox had an odd bit of infamy in the local hook-up community thanks to both of those qualities. Bourke had even found a group chat on Prowlr about the fox too.

'His cock just barely makes up for his personality.'

'Just got his nut and left.'

'He made me cum hands free twice but, I needed to call up my cuddlefuck bud afterward.'

'He's a cunt.'

The general opinion of the fox wasn't high however Bourke knew exactly what he was doing when he sent the first message on Prowlr. A few curt replies, a jab at his green mohawk and tusks, and a date was set.

The huge bear answered the door after a series of impatient knocks.

"Hey man." Rumbled Bourke, letting the fox inside. The fox didn't send many pictures but Bourke didn't quite expect him to be that small. Granted, Bourke had made a habit of ducking slightly when passing through doorways just to be sure he didn't mess up his mohawk.

"Yeah hey, where's yer bedroom?" Said the fox, already making his way down the hall of the bear's apartment without an answer. Bourke rolled his eyes and smirked as he followed the thin fox. He had guessed right, the fox sitting at the foot of Bourke's bed and unlacing his boots

"Eager? I am too hones-"

"Nawh, not really. I wanna get out before the Thai place closes." The fox interrupted, working his coveralls off his shoulders. The fox was left in a dingy white tanktop and a red paisley bandanna tied across his brow as a headband. Of course, the main event was between the fox's thighs. The group on Prowlr freely shared their own pictures of the fox but seeing it in person was different. The vulpine's dick was jet black with a blunt head, a single thick vien snaking down the side and the telltale bump of a knot at the root. It was only half hard and it still slapped right above the fox's knees as he walked.

"Biggest you've seen? Yeah, I hear that a lot." said the fox smuggly however, he was looking at his phone. "Blugh....Of course you would try again, could barely take me last time. Pass." Muttered the fox.

"Are you seriously checking your messages now?" Bourke wore a lopsided grin as he peeled off his shirt and kicked away his pants.

"Yeah. Ya big guys are easy. Find your spot, jam it a few times and you'll leave me with blue balls while you jizz your brains out." Said the fox matter of factly. "May need to tag someone else in."

"That so? I got a feeling I might surprise you." With this, the fox looked Bourke in the eyes for the first time that evening. Bourke thought his yellow eyes were pretty as they rolled before the fox sat on the foot of the bed again.

"Ya mind getting me hard before you start bullshiting?" Grumbled the fox. Bourke left his jockstrap on and shrugged.

"Lie back on the bed then." Surprisingly, the fox compiled without remark, using his arms to scoot himself enough to rest his head on the pillows. Bourke followed after him, propping himself between the fox's legs. He still had his phone although Bourke was going to get his attention anyway. The bear ignored the slowly swelling member and started at the fox's balls. Bourke drew his tongue across the furred sack, the pair of organs looking a little small when compared against the inky obelisk. No reaction from the fox. Bourke now curled his tongue around the balls and drew them into his warm maw. Despite the fox being fresh off of work, the scent at the base of the cock was surprisingly pleasant to the bear, and the lingering taste of sweat flooded Bourke's mouth. A short grunt left the fox and Bourke grinned.

The bear wanted to take his time but there was no room for improvisation right now. With only a hard suckle and a few rolls of his tongue, he let the saliva soaked balls fall from his lips and turned his attention higher.

Right past the fox's swelling monster and to his abs instead, the bear pushing his wide paws under the dingy tank top. The fox was skinny however just under that surprisingly soft fur was hard muscle. Bourke ran his fingers through his orange and dusty black fur, kneading at any tense spot he found as he worked his way up.

"I like your fur." Rumbled Bourke, sitting up to straddle one of his guest's legs while massaging a spot along the side of the fox's chest. "Don't see many melanistic foxes around."

The fox opened his mouth then closed it again for a long while, just watching Bourke's paws rub across his torso completely unhurried.

"Most dudes don't notice my fur when the pants are off." Said the fox almost absent mindedly, shifting in place before his ears pin back suddenly. "Ey, can we get a move on? I'm not here for a rub down.

Bourke took note that the fox's phone was set aside.

"Yeah." Was all Bourke said as he slid the fox's tank top over his head, past his arms and stopped at his wrists. He held the fox down as he used the shirt as a makeshift rope, tying the narrow wrists together before the fox could react.

"Hey! The fuc-" the fox started to fight but a heavy paw planted square in his chest stopped him.

"Shut up." Grunted Bourke as he fastened the fox's trapped wrists to rope looped around his bed frame. "I'm into this." he lied.

"Fuckin' warn a guy at least! Fucks sake." The fox grumbled, giving Bourke a foul look but no longer trying to work himself free.

Bourke didn't imagine it being that easy but the way the fox settled at the flimsy excuse and how hard that spire between his legs throbbed, he could only imagine the fox may have been actually into it. He pushed the thought out of his mind as he took his place back between the fox's leg. Unceremoniously, Bourke grasped the root of the fox's dick in his strong paw. A harsh grunt was the only complaint as the bear hunched over and pressed the thick head of the fox's oversized shaft pass his lips.

The fox stiffened and let loose a thin jet of precum across Bourke's tongue. He grinned, just slipping a few more inches of the hung fox into his maw before bobbing his head back up. The obsidian flesh pulsed with need and the fox couldn't stay too silent.

"I don't got all night, ya know." He grumbled despite throbbing quite hard in Bourke's paw. The bear was unhurried as he dipped his muzzle down again, gracing the fox with the slow and languid lapping motions of his tongue. The fox complained again and it fell on deaf ears this time, Bourke taking his time with each inch before moving to the next. The paw around the swelling knot slipped down to the fox's sack, lightly kneading the tennis ball sized organs and cupping them possessively in his grip. The blowjob wasn't for the fox, it was for the bear.

The fox writhed in place as he struggled to take more control but not having use of his arms only led to his defeated wriggling. With lidded eyes and parted lips he watched Bourke take more than half of his cock as if it wasn't fourteen inches long. There was a tight feeling in his gut, the fox bucking slightly as he felt an ounce of resistance at the crown. He had reached the back of the bear's muzzle and he took pride in that. The fox's muzzle drew into a wide grin, this fucking bear was going to regret having a gag reflex. With all the leverage he could manage the fox gave a brutish thrust, rolling his hips up as hard as he could with a cocky sneer.

Bourke grunted and with a dull pop, the fox's dick head breached his throat. The fox hoped for more gagging, at least a sputter or something but no. All of him, every fucking inch was hilted into that bear's muzzle. Even his knot had vanished into the warm, wet confines.

"Holy shit." Whispered the fox. Bourke looked up, his maw full but still managing a hint of a smile. Bourke took the hint and ran with it, bobbing his head in a swiftly growing rhythm. The knot the fox had missed reappeared only to leave again as the bear focused his attention, letting the swollen knot slip in and out of his muzzle with a wet 'shlock' sound. The tightness in the pit of his stomach grew tighter, doing much less writhing and trying to brace himself instead.

He forgot how long it had been but the fox couldn't hold back. The tight feeling in his belly moved to his balls, he attempted to warn the bear but all that slipped from him was a clipped bark.

Bourke was only half surprised as he felt the first hot pulse along the belly of the fox's dick. Half surprised because that was his goal, he just didn't expect it to be that easy. He slipped the throbbing knot from his muzzle much to the detriment of the ejaculating fox who groaned and barked again.

"Don't fucking do that!" He whined, but the fox was ignored again as the bear withdrew. As nice as it was to get a load right into his belly, the Bourke decided that he had earned a taste.

Bourke quickly decided that he should have listened to the fox. He received a fresh jet of cum across his tongue and it tasted musky and bitter. He balked and nearly spat the cum back onto the fox but managed a quick swallow before letting the last dregs of the fox's orgasm to drool down his still hard and twitching member.

"You need more vegetables in your diet, maybe some pineapple or something." Grumbled the bear as he wiped his muzzle with the back of his paw.

"Fuck you." Panted the fox, glaring up at Bourke despite his afterglow.

Bourke raised an eyebrow, leaned over the fox and grabbed his chin.

"Don't fuckin' ki-" Before the fox could wrench himself away his lips were forced open by the bear, the long tongue that was just around his cock invaded his thin muzzle easily. He wanted to bite down however the bear's paw was still cradling his balls and he knew it was a fight he was going to lose if he dared. The thought of biting left him and two others entered. Firstly, kissing the bear felt good, better than he wanted it to feel. And secondly, what tasted like an old gym sock?

The fox grunted as he realized that the bear didn't swallow all of his seed and offered him a literal taste of his own medicine. He managed to jerk his head back and sputtered.

"What the fuck?" Barked the fox. "Fuckin' nasty."

"Yeah, you gotta watch what you eat if you're trying to make a dude swallow." Said the bear sagely.

"No, fuckin' kissing me! Who the fuck said you could do that?" The fox snarled, equal parts disgusted and confused.

"It's not all about you, asshole." Said the bear calmly as he moved to straddle the fox's narrow hips. "You came so fast I needed something else and I like kissing.

The fox's eyes darted to the bear's alarm clock beside the bed. It had only been 9 minutes.

"Get the hell off me." The fox now grumbled.

"Make me." Bourke replied, reaching into the same dresser the clock was on and pulling out a bottle a lube. Despite the fox once again struggling under him he was unhurried, carefully pumping the cool gel into his fingers and reaching behind himself. He was careful with his entrance, minding his blunt claws as he smeared the thick lubricant under the nub of a tail with a practiced motion. Another pump into his palm and a reach back to do the same to the fox's unsurprisingly still rigid member. Bourke only grinned while the fox glowered under his red bandanna.

"Now, you could find my spot and jam it a few times." Mocked the bear. "Or you could sit back and let me handle this." Bourke made his point by angling the huge cock toward his cheeks. The fox said nothing and Bourke took this as his answer.

It was slow, painfully slow and the fox struggled not to fight it. Not that he truly could. Bourke tunnel clenched around him at first but relented after an inch, then another, then pulling out entirely and starting again. The fox gasped and groaned as the bear took his sweet time. Another inch, a roll of Bourke's hips then two more inches. It went on like this, Bourke taking what he wanted and the fox never getting as much as he needed.

He would have been balls deep and racing to make himself cum however, this strange bear was fully in control and was moving at a glacial pace. The fox got the distinct impression that he was only along for the ride.

Bourke let his head roll back as he rocked his hips, the motions measured and deliberate. The fox had felt good. Even the first few inches felt right to Bourke. He couldn't help but grin inwardly as the fox had already managed to brush along his prostate with about the first five inches of that monster. His jock began to bulge out as he worked that cock against his gland with smooth, patient motions.

"C'mon, please." Whined the fox. The sound caught Bourke off guard, opening his eyes that he didn't realize he closed. He looked down and the yellow eyes met his own. The fox looked out of breath and flush and even shaking faintly in place as Bourke put things together.

"Poor guy. You get really sensitive after you cum, huh?" Said Bourke lowly. The fox nodded then hissed as Bourke's tail ring clenched behind the head of his cock. Bourke didn't expect to hear please, but he would reward good manners. Bourke relaxed and let the fox slide deeper then stop, then deeper still and stop again. Finally, he took a breath and didn't stop.

The fox tossed his head back and groaned deeply as he raised his hips to meet the bear, jerking against the rope as shivers of bliss ran up his spine. Knot and all, buried within the cloying heat of the bear's ass. Bourke exhaled softly before letting himself adjust. He might have known his way around a big dick but each one shifted his guts in new and exciting ways. While his tunnel worked to relax around the thick invader, the bear's paws found the fox again, slowly running his digits through the dark chest fur now.

The fox sighed and leaned as much as he could into the wide paws, letting his eyes close as he savored the feelings. It was good, being hilted inside someone, having fingers combed through his fur, not being in control. It shouldn't have felt this good when it wasn't all about him. The bear was right.

"I always figured big guys like you didn't like to feel up skinny dudes like me." Muttered the fox, opening his eyes again as he felt one of the bear's paws slide across his neck and jaw.

"Size doesn't matter." Bourke grinned and clenched tightly around the cock stuffed inside of him. The fox winced but couldn't stop a moan from slipping free. "I like all sorts of types, apparently skinny shit talker is one of them."

The fox didn't want to but, he laughed weakly.

"Besides, you got some nice definition under here." Bourke made his point by pushing down hard on the fox's pecs. The fox flexed his chest and arms as much as he could with his wrists still bound.

"I like it when you do that." The fox admitted.

"Press down on you?"

"What? No, touch me." He clarified. "It's kinda nice I guess. With the big paws and all..."

A lopsided smile crossed Bourke's muzzle before he shifted slightly and started to roll his hips. With a slick pop and grunt from both men, the heavy knot was tugged free along with a few more inches. Only to be taken again, easier than before. The fox lurched forward and groaned through his teeth, tugging hard at the rope.

"Holy shit...You can't fuck with a dude's knot like that." Hissed the fox as Bourke raised his hips and did it again. Bourke smirked and said nothing as he worked the knot free from his ass again, rumbling from the nearly softball-sized stretch.

"Fffffucking hell! No really you c-can't." Pleaded the fox.

"Close again?" Teased the bear.

"No! It just feels...Really fucking good."

"It feels really fucking good to me too." Bourke squeezed around the knot as he sank back down on it slowly. The bear planted one paw on the fox's abs while the other fondled the drooling tent in his jockstrap, riding the fox as if he was one of Bourke's toys. The pace was building but it was slow, meandering and completely up to Bourke. Sometimes the bear would stay consistent for a few strokes while other times he would plant the fox balls deep and just admire his handiwork as the fox writhed in place.

The fox on the other hand, would be having none of it. He worked against his tied wrists and managed the faintest hint of leverage before he bucked up into the bear. Bourke gasped and grunted before looking down at the fox. Those pretty eyes wrenched shut and his black and orange brow knitted tightly under his bandanna in sheer determination to keep his knot inside the bear.

"Please." The fox groaned, finding his manners again. The bear grinned for himself before leaning forward. The fox's knot popped from his clenched ring again but he kept going, ignoring the whimpering fox as all fourteen inches slipped free and landed against the fox's stomach with a wet slap. Bourke undid the rope, then the fox's shirt. Instead of a snarky quip or nasty comment the fox stretched his arms out as if he wasn't quite sure what to do with them now that he had them back. Bourke smirked as he un-straddled the fox and faced away from him.

"Still think you need to tag someone else in?" Questioned the bear as he propped himself up on all fours.

The fox only shook his head as he pushed himself up. Swiftly, he took position behind the bear, taking a half a second to admit the jockstrap framed ass before he spread the furry cheeks ever so slightly with his thumbs. Bourke had braced for a hard and careless hilting however his preparation was a waste. First the thick head, a pause, then a few inches, another pause and delicately the fox pressed himself within the still impressively tight bear.

Bourke let his head drop as he felt the fox bury himself, moaning out as his prostate was reacquainted with sensation. He leaked through the pouch of his jock, only imagining the size of the load he would shoot later. The fox had other ideas. A paw tugged at Bourke's shoulder coaxing him back to chest with the fox. The small motion helped the fox's glistening black knot to pop past the muscled ring. The both grunted together and the fox thrusted instinctively into the bear's backside. The same paw that tugged at his shoulder now found its way into Bourke's jock.

"Fuck man... You're thick as hell." Rumbled the fox between the bear's shoulder blades. His thumb and middle finger weren't even close to touching around Bourke's throbbing cock. His other paw reached to help, lavingish the bear's dick with an impatient massage.

"Don't worry, we can make it fit inside you if you want." Bourke could feel the fox stiffen and his shaft jerk within his clenching tunnel. It was something to save for later, for now he only nudged himself back against the fox.

With his knot tied deep the fox's thrusts were shallow but intense, quick dull slaps filling the room between their heated grunted and breathless gasps. Bourke paws gripped the fox's arms loosely, letting the smaller male freely touch and grope under the tented pouch of his jock. The fox's balls drummed off the bear's rump as he pounded the muscled ass, fucking with no resevation.

The bear felt like a silken vice around him, squeezing down on his thrumming dick so expertly and nearly making him lose it more than once. It was the best the fox had ever experienced, hands down. No one had ever taken him without struggle or complaint, he thought guys were supposed to like big dicks so why did they always bitch and moan about it after the seventh inch? The fox pushed thoughts from his mind as he was seized with a guttural moan. The bear's tunnel clenched tightly around him, stopping his fucking cold. The fox pressed his forehead against the bear's back and panted loudly. If he tried to move he was going to cum. He didn't want to yet, he needed this to last. What if the bear never messaged him again? The idea hurt someplace deep. The fox inhaled sharply.

"What's your name?" The fox said through his panting.

"Bourke." Rumbled the bear. "What's yours?"

"Moondoggie." The fox said with a low sigh.

"I like your name." Bourke said, one of his paws sliding down to grasp around Moondoggie's.

"I like you." Moondoggie admitted, clutching the bigger paw tightly. A weight pressed against his shoulders before he opened his mouth to speak. "Can I see you again?"

"Sure, Moondoggie." Bourke said with a bright grin.

The sound of his name made the weight vanish. Moongdoggie growled, he dug deep and found his vigor renewed. He could help Bourke cum before him, it would be the polite thing to do. He rolled his hips back-

"Fuck!" Moondoggie shouted against the bear's back before letting loose a torrent of thick fox seed. He managed to hilt himself through the tunnel's masterful grip on him at the cost of leaving him a shuddering mess at the bear's back. Bourke snarled as he felt Moondoggie flood him, the fox's first load seemingly to have no bearing on his second. Each pulse that the bear felt as potent as the initial shot and despite the thick knot, it still spilled down his thighs.

Moondoggie's paw clenched around Bourke's, the fox wracked in pleasure as minutes passed. Slowly, gently, the tension melted and the fox relaxed against the bear's back once again. Bourke grunted lowly but stayed like that for a few minutes longer, once he was sure the fox was truly spent.

"Not only hung like a horse, you cum like one too." Rumbled Bourke, rubbing the back of the fox's paw with his thumb.

"Horse ain't got nothing on my loads." Moondoggie shot back as he caught his breath. A bellowing laugh rolled from Bourke's chest as he slowly laid down, the lithe fox still resting heavily against his back. They stayed silent until the fox's knot deflated enough for him to comfortably slip free from the bear's freshly bred hole with a wet squelch. Moondoggie rolled onto his back and exhaled.

"You serious about letting me see you again?" Moondoggie whispered.

Bourke sat up on the edge of the bed and kicked his jockstrap down his legs. "Yeah, you're a bit of an asshole but I know how to soften you up." He placed a wide paw against the fox's stomach and rubbed the spot lightly. Moondoggie closed his eyes and smiled weakly.

"Can I crash here for tonight?" Moondoggie asked.

"Sure. Your Thai place is probably closed now anyway." Bourke rumbled as he laid beside the dozy fox to pull the smaller man on top of his chest. Moondoggie didn't argue, tucking his snout under the bear's chin to get comfortable. In a matter of minutes the fox was snorting lightly against him. Bourke smiled and used his free paw to untie the red bandanna around Moondoggie's head and placed it on the bedside table. He then picked up his own and turned on the front-facing camera. He held his hand up, grinned smugly and took a selfie with the sleeping fox cuddled up against him. He then opened the group chat about the infamous fox and sent the photo with the caption.

'Guess who's spending the night."

Even at this time of night Bourke could see that several people were typing. He set his phone aside, he would deal with them in the morning. He and the fox had earned a good night's rest.

______

Two weeks later

Bourke checked his phone as he dried his hair, letting the towel drape across his shoulders as he opened the text from Moondoggie. It was a photo, the lean fox lounging in a hammock wearing only a pair of loose boxer shorts, his soft cock peeking out the bottom of the left leg and a green bandanna tied around his forehead. Balanced on the fox's flat stomach was a bowl of pineapple spears.

"Taking your advice." The text read. Bourke grinned and replied.

"Thatta boy, you'll have to give me a taste later." Bouke whipped the towel back onto the rack and walked to his bedroom with a slight limp. A few seconds later his phone buzzed again.

"Why not now?" Bourke only replied with a picture of his own. The bear was on his back, legs up and his rump exposed with what looked like a quart of cum spilling from his hole. The photo was taken before the bear's shower however the scent of fresh cum still lingered.

Moondoggie's cock stiffened as he placed one of the pineapple spears back into the bowl. The fox's chest stung with jealousy as well as arousal. He was quick to tap out a reply.

"Who did that?"

Bourke grinned.

"Elephant dude I know."

Mondoggie frowned sharply but his cock only swelled. He typed something out, then deleted it. Then typed something different and deleted it once again. Moondoggie wasn't totally sure what he was feeling but he liked it and hated it all at once. After a few more minutes, Bourke got his reply.

"I'm bigger though, yeah?"

Bourke laughed to himself. "No one is as big as my fox. Come on by"

Moondoggie barely remembered his snack as he wriggled free from the hammock to put on pants.