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Finally, it was time for Owen's favorite part of the year. Every summer, when school let out (Now his third year in college.), he would spend a week at his family's lakehouse with his father and uncle. Some of his most cherished memories happened in that house by the lake.

Of course, there was another reason that Owen loved this time of year. Uncle Cody. His favorite person by far, but not for the reasons most would cite. Sure he was fun to be around, always joking and letting Owen get away with anything, but Owen's interest in him was far from innocent.

To put it simply, Cody was hot. And not just in an "oh his face is sorta handsome" way. Toned and tight, with one hell of a smile, the man would have looked right at home modeling underwear or starring in an action movie. Of course, Owen's lascivious thoughts didn't have to stretch very far, as most of his uncle's summer wardrobe seemed to be sleeveless, too short to cover his muscles, or so form-fitting that there was nothing to leave to the imagination.

"Looks like it's just you and me this weekend, kiddo. Your dad called a few minutes ago to cancel." Strong arms embraced Owen in a friendly hug, and sculpted burnt-orange pecs cradled his face behind the soft cloth of a grey tanktop, petite black nipples bared for the world to see.

Owen would never tell his uncle, but those hugs always sent stiffness straight to his sheathed cock, and the cologne that he wore was one of Owen's favorite scents in the world. He rubbed his cheek against those toned muscles, feigning innocence, before pulling away and smiling up at the older man. "Yeah, it's a shame, but overtime is overtime. We'll have to take pictures of the fish we catch so he doesn't feel left out."

Uncle Cody dressed the way you'd expect an athletic 30-something to dress in their leisure time, with a short pair of blue basketball shorts and a grey tanktop lightly stained with sweat. No doubt he just finished a run if the stains under his arms and across his chest told him anything. Frustratingly, his pants hid the bulge Owen had obsessed over ever since the young fox hit puberty. Furtive glances tried to catch even a hint of the flopping appendage he knew was there, to no avail.

"Let me show you up to your room. Then, after I get changed, we'll go out for dinner. My treat." Muscled ass cheeks bounced in front of Owen's gaze as the older fox ascended the stairs, and he almost had to wipe his mouth as drool gathered at his lips, threatening to spill over. Fuck, he wanted to bury his face between those cheeks. He wondered whether his uncle would squirm and accept it or take charge and ride his face. Either would be fine as long as he got a taste.

Gulping down his saliva, he ascended the stairs after Cody, adjusting himself stealthily so that his achingly hard cock could barely show in the front of his jeans. Freaking his uncle out would ruin those warm hugs and likely cause him to dress more conservatively. He couldn't have that. They barely saw each other as it was, and Owen had to cram months' worth of wank material into his brain whenever they were together.

"Here it is. I'm right next door, and your father was supposed to be on the other side. I hope you don't mind that I took the main bedroom." Smoothing back sweat-drenched fluffy hair, Cody smiled. "I'll be downstairs in about 15. Make yourself comfortable." With a swish of his tail, Cody disappeared around the corner, leaving Owen to lug his bag to the bed.

For the first time since he was too young to care, they were alone in the house together, so once Owen laid his bags out, he decided to sneak a peek into his uncle's room. After all, it would be a shame to let this opportunity go to waste. Who knew when his dad's work schedule would line up again like this?

Greedy hands ever so gently worked the door open until he could press his face against the crack. Inside, he could see well-groomed red fur fluffing into view as Cody peeled his shirt off, revealing the mouthwateringly athletic muscles of the older fox's chest, slick with sweat. Like two sweet, glistening berries, his nipples stood proud from his fur, and Owen fantasized about the noises he would make if Owen's teeth teased them.

Owen fished his cock from his pants, feverishly stroking it while he did his best to remain quiet, his eyes glued to the unintentionally erotic sight in front of him. The closest he'd ever seen to his uncle naked was when he'd wear loose-fitting trunks at the lake, but he'd fantasized about this moment, finally getting a peek at the man's glorious body and package.

Next, the slow peel of his shorts, his back turned to the door, and his tail hiked to make it easier to step out of them. Sculpted cheeks rolled with every movement, and the swell of vulpine balls showed through his uncle's shorts, a thin line of sweat highlighting the space between their outline. They weren't as large as he imagined, but oh, what he wouldn't give to bury his nose in them. They would be sticky with musk from the look of his underwear, with all that liquid masculinity staining the fabric and outlining a defined cleft between them.

Owen felt his orgasm approaching, stifling overstimulated whines with a firm bite on his lower lip and spreading his legs, bunching his underwear underneath his pulsing cock in preparation. All he needed was to see that perfect cock, and then he'd let himself finish. Just a bit more.

As if Cody could feel eyes on him, he shimmied out of his underwear, the barest hint of his jet black hole peeking out from his waistband before a loud cell phone ring interrupted him. Owen almost screamed as the man turned around and reached for it, tugging his underwear back into place before Owen could see anything further. "Oh, hi Tom! Yeah, he just got here. We're going to get some dinner. Yes, I'll say 'hi' for you. No, no, it's fine. We'll spend some quality time together next year."

Fuck. Cody wasn't going to finish undressing until he finished the call. Owen's orgasm couldn't wait, and worse still, the chances of getting caught with his pants down increased by the minute as his uncle began to pace the room, chatting with Owen's dad. That drool-inducing body would have to wait until later. He had a whole week to fulfill his perverted desires.

Rushing to the bathroom with his pants around his ankles and his painfully edged cock leading the way, Owen barely managed to make it. Pent-up strings of wasted desire sprayed down into the toilet, leaving streamers of cum drifting in the water, and he bit down on his hand. Milking and desperate, his hand was a blur on his shaft, echoing wet noises through the room and giving his lust-addled mind some semblance of relief even as the image of Cody's tight rump seared into his brain.

Pondering his softening cock, Owen squeezed the last few drops, then raised his hand to his mouth to lick off the excess. If he closed his eyes, he could imagine it was his uncle's cream on his tongue. Fuck, wouldn't that be perfect? Letting Cody spray inside his muzzle. He'd gulp every drop and beg for more.

If only he could gather the courage to try to seduce him, he could live out his greatest fantasies. Fat chance, right? As if something as simple as "Yeah, so I know you've known me since I was a baby and you were a teenager, but I want to fuck you." would ever work in real life.

As Owen tenderly tucked his aching cock back into his pants, its length still glistening with leftover foxcum, he heard a knock at the door. One last hungry pulse shuddered through his member as he realized that Cody was on the other side of the door. It would be easy to open the door and gauge the man's reaction, but what if he rejected Owen? Or worse, told his father?

"Hey, kiddo, you ready to go? I hear the diner has a new special you'll love! Fried chicken, bacon, and cheese sandwich with sweet pickles." Muffled by the door, his uncle's cheery voice made Owen long for something far more lustful than food. How would his moans sound? Fucking hell, he needed to stop himself before he gave himself another raging erection.

"Yeah, I'm all done, thanks." Owen stepped from the bathroom after a quick piss break, splashing his hands with some water to disguise the gooey evidence of his transgressions. Putting on a calm, almost disinterested look, he followed his uncle down the stairs, his hand twitching with the barely restrained desire to pull that swishing, fluffy tail up and force himself into that ebony pucker. Why did he have to be so sexy? It wasn't fair. Hiding all that delicious man-meat behind the taboo of family like a cocktease.

As though his uncle's body was calling to him, taunting him with its scent, that sweet-scented cologne filled the car, mixed with a heavy undertone of masculine musk. Owen's thoughts grew more raunchy by the moment, and he had to adjust himself to block his cock's attempts to burst through his pants. Fuck, why couldn't he shake the image of Cody's hips shimmying out of his underwear and the barest tease of soft, intimate flesh? Fuck sneaking a peek; he needed to fuck that silken pucker until Cody screamed his name.

Several fevered fantasies later, they reached the diner and stepped out of the car. Toned muscles caught the light just right, accentuating Cody's curves, and Owen couldn't help but admire his polo shirt cradling his pecs and his plaid shorts squeezing that tight, toned rump. Was he dressed this way on purpose to show off? What a slut. Of course, with that sculpted body, no one could blame him.

"Go ahead and find us a table. I gotta drain the lizard." Cody stepped into the bathroom before they sat down, and Owen licked his lips at an imagined image of Cody with his cock out.

Perfect. Another opportunity to see what Cody was packing. Unable to believe his luck, Owen slipped into the bathroom behind him. He could finally get a peek at the perfect, swinging foxcock he fantasized about so often, and best of all, no one would be suspicious. After all, they were family, and guys could take a piss in each other's company. Why hadn't he thought of this sooner?!

Giddy with desire and practically running to catch his uncle with his pants down, Owen stepped into the bathroom. Strangely, Cody wasn't at the urinals, but Owen's ears perked at the telltale splashing sound of a stream hitting water from within the only stall.

Damn, of course, he had to be a shy pisser. Still, Owen could sneak a peek through the thin gap between the door and its frame. With a triumphant smirk, he pressed his face against the cool metal, his hand rubbing his awakened bulge with increasing urgency. He just needed Cody to turn toward him for a moment. Just a quick flash of that cock would last him a lifetime.

Inside the grubby stall, Owen could see Cody sitting on the toilet. Panting with a relieved look on his face and his tongue hanging out, it looked as if the older man was more desperate to piss than Owen thought, but as Owen's eyes followed his chest down to the space between his legs, confusion bloomed in his head. Where was Cody's cock? Did he tuck it between his legs? Leering eyes widened as the older fox spread his legs, wiping at his groin with a few pieces of toilet paper.

Rather than the flaccid cock that Owen was expecting, a plump, dripping canine spade squished wetly against Cody's fingers. "Dammit. Not now. It wasn't supposed to be for another week!" A lamenting voice drifted from the stall at the first touch, and Cody's handsome face contorted as a trickle of something thicker than urine drooled from his puffy lower lips. Was he getting wet? Gods, somehow, this was hotter than Owen's lustiest fantasies.

Leaning heavily on the door, Owen barely noticed the metallic creaking sound of its protesting frame, his light orange tail swishing behind him as new thoughts of breeding that soft cookie filled his head. Crash! With a groaning creak, the metal gave way, and Owen fell forward, his perverse activities revealed to his uncle's horrified gaze.

"I-You-We- I'm not-" Cody stammered with a finger buried in his juicy hole. His free hand snapped down to cover his drooling spade, and he shrank back from the younger fox with an embarrassed, ashamed look written across his handsome features. Still, soft, wet noises echoed as if unable to stop his fingers from squishing into his needy cunt.

Screw it. Better to go out with a bang than a whimper. With a growl, the horny fox captured the older vulpine's face in his hands and mashed his lips against Cody's. Despite his uncle's struggles, he was relentless, and his tongue slipped past oral defenses to wrestle with Cody's, forcing drooling saliva to smear across reluctant lips.

Shaking, Cody tried to push at Owen's chest, muffled whimpers vibrating through the forceful kiss. Protests grew weaker with each deep, exploring lick, and his eyes slipped closed, his tongue tentatively meeting the plundering oral muscle. Owen didn't let up until the older fox's maw suckled at him, and his hands relaxed, simply resting on Owen's barely existent pecs.

"We shouldn't. I'm in heat, and you're just reacting to my smell." Cody shook as their kiss broke, but his legs didn't close, and Owen could see thick strings of lubricant drooling from his puffy cookie, the barest hint of pretty pink showing from the slight gap between its ebony lips. Though he seemed to want to say no, his body had different ideas, and his eyes were hungry as they watched Owen unzip his jeans.

Slapping his freed foxhood down onto that slippery spade, Owen spread its lips with his girth and thrust eagerly against it, reveling in the puffy wetness cradling his cock's underside. "You say that, but this part of you seems a bit more honest." He teased the panting older man, listening to the telltale drip of his arousal drooling to the water below with each teasing grind. Swollen and almost impossibly erect, Owen's cock squished wetly against those needy lips, lining his cockhead up with the glistening pink luxury awaiting him. Still, he didn't push in. He wasn't a rapist. He needed to hear his uncle ask for it.

"S-Stop. I don't want this. Please." Despite his protests, Cody seemed unable to resist, spreading his legs wider and trembling while Owen's drooling tip nuzzled against his sex. Maybe it was easier for him to justify giving in to his desire if he denied it existed? It didn't matter. His words weren't the enthusiastic yes that Owen wanted, and his reluctance stopped the young fox from continuing.

"Well, I suppose that's that, then." Owen pulled away, his glistening tip connected to that aching spade with a string of combined fluids. "If you don't want it, I won't force you." Stuffing himself back into his pants, he leaned forward to capture the squirming older fox's lips with his own once again.

Deliberate swirls of his talented tongue coaxed Cody's into a reciprocal dance, drawing desperate shudders from the older fox until, with a bit of regret, he pulled free, leaving Cody a dripping, panting mess. "If you change your mind, just say the word, and I'll take care of that for you." He nodded his head downward, indicating the older fox's slippery, heat-stricken pussy.

With that final tease, he turned around and left, adjusting his erection and smirking as a quiet, rhythmic, and wet noise started in the stall behind him. It was only a matter of time before Cody gave in, and Owen knew several ways that he could hurry the process along. Soon he would stake his claim on his lifelong crush. Who knew it would be this easy?

First, Owen needed to stop Cody from quenching his heat with his fingers. Thankfully, his racing mind already provided a solution when he perused the menu. What a lucky day he was having!

[Try our new Jalapeno nachos! With spicy queso and hot salsa!]

A few years ago, Owen had run afoul of the devilish effects of hot pepper on his genitals, and he could still remember the stinging pain. Cody loved spicy food, so there was no way he wouldn't be aware of the effects, but Owen was counting on his lust-addled mind to distract him. Trying to finger himself after eating even a few of these would be the sort of Russian Roulette that no one ever wanted to go through. Of course, Owen would be waiting with a sympathetic shoulder and willing paws.

Flagging down the waitress and trying to control his evil smile, Owen ordered their food, then settled in to daydream about the vigorous fingering his uncle was likely giving himself in the bathroom. Hopefully, he enjoyed that orgasm. He'd have to wait until he was willing to give in to Owen's affections for any further relief.

A few moments later, Cody hurried from the bathroom, his clothes wrinkled and his muzzle open in an out-of-breath pant. He avoided Owen's gaze, but his eyes kept flicking downward towards the younger fox's groin, and Owen could see him pressing against his seat as if grinding his needy spade against the inside of his underwear.

Their food arrived, and the mindlessly grinding fox took several bites, grabbing his food with both hands before he looked down at what was sitting in front of him, and his ears slid back. It seemed he noticed Owen's little erotic sabotage. No more self-pleasure for him in the immediate future.

Licking dripping cheese from his burger with an exaggerated lap, Owen watched Cody's shaking fingers, trying desperately to avoid touching verdant green peppers among the sloppy mess of chips and cheese. Of course, it was far too late. Spicy cheese stained his fingers, ruining any fun he might have with his drooling cookie until he could deep clean them. Even then, there was a good chance that his digits would still hold a ticking time bomb. Capsaicin loved to stick around under your claws, waiting to ruin your day.

As they left the diner, Cody's walk was shaky, almost drunken, and his face contorted as if each step pained him. Owen knew better, though. Those were his attempts at hiding the pleasure pulsing in his hungry cunt with each step. After all, the spreading wet spot in the front of his shorts couldn't lie. If he kept leaking like this, it would look like he pissed himself before long.

Cody's driving was erratic, and his gaze seemed more focused on the half-hard bulge that snaked down Owen's pants leg than on the road, but thankfully it was a short drive, and the road was mostly empty, so his swerving didn't cause any problems.

Owen's hand didn't help, of course, resting on the panting fox's knee and slowly stroking it. He wasn't going to force himself on Cody, that was the truth, but he never meant to make it easy to resist him.

Barely able to walk without spasming in pent-up need by the time they reached the lakehouse, Cody hobbled with Owen's help, each step bringing a soft whimper from the muscular fox. His legs shook, his thighs pressing together, while a small trickle of arousal dripped down his leg.

"Looks like you've made a mess." Owen traced a finger over the damp patch in the front of Cody's pants, pressing gently against the spongy fabric and delighting in the soft noises it rung from the man's lips. It took all of his willpower to prevent himself from gripping that damp patch and teasing the older fox through the fabric, but he knew that a soft touch was far more likely to get him what he wanted. After all, what was worth more, a few moments of pleasure or unfettered access to Cody's body?

"I-I can't help it. Stupid heat. Of course, it happens when I'm out of my meds instead of on my usual cycle." Cody complained, trailing off with an ashamed expression. "Y-You shouldn't be so close to me. The smell will drive you crazy. I don't think I could stop you when I'm like this." How noble of him. Did he think he was taking advantage of Owen? If that were the only thing stopping him from taking Owen's cock, the sly young fox would have to put his mind at ease.

It was cute how much less confident the older fox was when he was in heat. Something about the athletic body he sported, mixed with the needy, almost feminine attitude he'd taken on, turned Owen on more than anything. Even someone as bony as Owen could feel powerful next to the mewling bundle of nerves and unfettered need Cody's heat made of him.

"Oh, I'm fine, thanks." Owen guided the stumbling fox to the couch, his lips inches from Cody's panting maw. "If I wanted to mount you, I could have. You're in no position to fight back." Leaning in to plant a solitary kiss on Cody's neck, he continued. "I want you, I'll admit it, but more than that, I want you to want me. It's not just your heat. It's you. You're too goddamn sexy."

"You're not going to have your way with me? I've heard horror stories about how hard it is to resist." Cody seemed unsure, wincing as his soft squirming pushed sensitive flesh against constraining fabric. Claws dug into the couch as teeth clenched in a wince. His toes curled in his sandals while a needy whimper rippled through him, and his head leaned back. Poor thing, he must be too constrained in those tight pants. Owen would have to let him free.

"Of course not. I'm still your favorite nephew, after all. I wouldn't dream of doing anything you didn't want." Rummaging through the closet, Owen found two towels and returned to Cody's side, slipping down to his knees in front of the disheveled fox. "Now, let's get you cleaned up before we have to get this couch steam cleaned. You'll feel better once you have room to breathe."

Relaxing a bit now with Owen's assurance that he wasn't about to rape him, Cody accepted the younger fox's help, one hand hiding his softened expression. Shapely muscular thighs peeled from his soaked, slimy shorts, unleashing more of the alluring scent of fertility from his swollen sex. He spread his legs willingly to allow Owen's fingers to guide the garment down his legs, sighing in relief as his swollen sex pulsed behind the grey fabric of his boxers.

Head reeling with the sweet musk of fox cunt, Owen leaned in to clean trails of Cody's arousal from his fur with gentle dabs of the towel. Grey boxers, stained darker with fluids, followed Cody's shorts to the floor, baring Cody's glistening pussy to the air while glittering strings of Cody's arousal dripped from the matted fur surrounding it. Sheer willpower barely managed to keep him from burying his face and attacking that cunt with his tongue, and he took in sweet, deep breaths to revel in Cody's scent.

Gentle fingers brought the towel to bear, wiping away moisture and slowly zeroing in on that desperately clenching cookie, caressing it with gentle strokes that were careful not to dip into the sensitive flesh. "There we go. Feels better, doesn't it?" Feeling daring, Owen leaned in to press a gentle kiss to the freshly cleaned lips, letting his nose flare and take in Cody's addictive scent while staring into the older man's eyes.

"T-Thank you. It was so hard to think." Looking adorable in nothing but a polo shirt, the older fox didn't attempt to cover himself anymore, his legs spread, and his gently drooling sex on display. It seemed he was already warming up to being nude around Owen. One step closer to giving himself completely. Being a gentleman was paying off.

"Well, I suppose now you know how I've felt all these years. Aching, trapped in cloth, desperate for touch." To illustrate his point, Owen slid his pants down until his cock slapped wetly against his stomach, throbbing angrily and steel-hard. "You can blame this on your heat if you want, but there have been hundreds of other erections dedicated to you over the years. You're too goddamn hot."

"Is that why you always hug me so tightly? I just thought you missed me." Cody bit his lip, his eyes following every bounce of Owen's cock and his hips wiggling, grinding his sex against the towel below. No doubt he remembered how the tip of Owen's member felt against his dripping pink innards. "You're not just saying that?"

"Of course. I'd have to be blind not to notice all the work you put into your body." Bold fingers rolled over Cody's stomach, raising his shirt to trace his abs with a claw tip. "There's no denying it. You're hot. The hottest guy I've ever met. I'd be a fool to pass up any opportunity to touch you."

A soft squeaking moan, silenced by a burnt-orange hand rising to cover Cody's mouth, vibrated through him, and he lifted his hips into the exploring touch. His toned pecs heaved, and his expression fluttered between intense arousal and uncertainty. Were compliments his weak spot? Owen would have to remember that for later.

Leaning in to replace his fingers with his tongue, Owen traced Cody's abs, meandering lower and stopping just above that pulsing cookie. "So now you know. I've been this perverted for years. None of this is your fault, and you have all the power. Just say the word, and I'll leave you alone." Hot breath teased over swollen lips, and he pressed another soft kiss to that alluring cookie, his face resting on Cody's thigh and his hands massaging Cody's waist.

"I- This is wrong. I shouldn't-" Cody started to deny his attraction, but he trailed off, lost in thought, and his shoulders slumped. Watching Owen's gentle nuzzles into his needy sex with uncertain eyes, he wrestled with choices before mumbling in a soft voice. "I- I want you to fuck me."

Nearly cheering with his uncle's confession, Owen rewarded the older fox with another kiss on his soft lower lips. "What was that? I couldn't quite hear you." He teased, rolling his tongue against peeking pink silk and smearing arousal over those ebony lips. He wanted to hear it, straight from that perfect muzzle.

"Fuck. I need you to fuck me. Please." Cody answered more clearly, twisting his body to show off his cunt to Owen's greedy gaze and spreading his legs wide as he leaned against the couch's arm. Finally, what Owen always wanted, ready and willing.

A lapping tongue rewarded Cody's honesty, splitting puffy lips and rolling along Cody's hole, then upward to find the hidden bundle of nerves tucked away at the top of his spade. With hands holding the older fox's legs apart, he circled Cody's clit with practiced motions, alternating loving licks with deep, exploring tonguing to lap at the sweet arousal the ebony cookie drooled incessantly.

"O-Owen. Why are you so- Fuck, I'm already close." Practically humping Owen's face, the desperate fox squished those needy lips against Owen's oral ministrations, his claws digging into upholstery and drawing thin ripping lines along it. All uncertainty disappeared from his expression, replaced by unfiltered need and unabashed lust.

Obliging with faster licks across the heat-stricken vulpine's pleasure bundle, Owen hurried the man's climax along, holding his quivering legs in place. Gentle nips teased puffy lips between pleasuring attacks until he felt the older fox tense, sliding his tongue in deep and taking the full spade into his muzzle while deep lapping licks stuffed pink walls with his exploring muscle.

"God. Fuck. Yes." Incoherent curses twisted Cody's face as his quivering sex clamped down. Thrashing in orgasm and seemingly unaware of anything but the pleasure rushing through him, his well-developed thighs tensed and snapped shut, trapping Owen in place between unyielding muscles.

Thankfully, Cody wasn't a squirter, or Owen may have drowned in that heavenly embrace, licking rapidly against that spasming cunt. As it was, the pad of his nose couldn't draw a breath against fluffy pubic fur, and tendrils of darkness teased at his vision before Cody's grip relaxed, and he could suck in grateful breaths.

With his muzzle smeared in Cody's juices, Owen kissed his way up over abs, raising Cody's shirt to follow his lips. By the time he reached Cody's exposed neck, the older man was like jello beneath him, his body accepting the younger fox's embrace like a fluffy, panting body pillow, and his hips swiveling to try to slot Owen's cock into its rightful place.

Returning to its home against the clenching pink hole, Owen's cock teased its way deeper, stretching drooling walls in achingly slow penetration. Drooling fresh lubricant with every gentle clench and milking Owen's shaft with rippling muscles, Cody's hole was like heaven, and Owen felt as though its gentle suction would draw him in even without effort to push in. Once that plush spade pressed against his pubic fur, squishing with luxurious wetness, he paused to take in the experience of being hilted within the man of his dreams.

Letting Cody's legs rest against his hips, Owen kissed his way up to the blissed-out man's lips, delving his tongue into receptive, suckling lips and sharing a deep, passionate oral embrace. Buried inside and twitching with pent-up desire, his cock protested the delay, but he ignored it, doting on Cody's maw.

"W-When did you get so big?" Cody murmured when insistent lips left his. A gentle squeeze rippled through his passage, and Owen felt syrupy arousal drool down his balls from their union. "I feel so full." Affectionate brown eyes stared up into Owen's blue ones, and legs slipped around his waist, drawing him in deeper as if to beg him to continue.

Doting affection graced Cody's parted lips and exposed neck with soft kisses, even as the first gentle thrusts squished wetly against his puffy spade. Worshipfully slow, Owen made love to the mewling man, sliding his full length to the root, then slipping out until his slickened length's head threatened to pop free.

"H-Harder. F-Fuck me." Cody begged, his voice dripping with desire and slightly hoarse. Clutching hands slid downward, gripping Owen's modest rear and guiding him in for increasingly hard, slamming thrusts that threatened to bruise sensitive pussy lips.

Only too willing to oblige Cody's need to be rutted, Owen bit down on one muscular shoulder, ramming himself home with increasingly wet-sounding thrusts. Liquid silk coiled around his length, clamping down desperately and milking drops of pre from his aching shaft, and he could feel his balls drawing up, ready to paint pretty pink walls white with cream.

With no regard for consequences, the young fox fucked his way straight through his orgasm, blasting thick ropes of messy satisfaction deep into Cody's clamping sex. Bubbling pearls escaped around his shaft, slickening Cody's groin with seed, but Owen didn't stop until he felt the telltale squeeze of vaginal orgasm trap his dick in place, collapsing into plush, sweaty pecs with a satisfied groan.

Warm, fuzzy feelings radiated from Owen's stomach, and he basked in the comfortable heat of Cody's fur, listening to the older fox's heartbeat. In many ways, it felt the same as every other hug they'd ever shared, only now, there was no limit to the affection he could show. A dopey smile coated his face, and he let his eyes flutter closed.