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A Rump is a Rump

By Danath

My ears were flat to my skull, my eyes squeezed shut, my muzzle crinkled. The jock stood in front of me, head tipped back, a satisfied moan rumbling past his lips as wave after wave of warm, salty canine cum washed down my throat. Fortunately, at this point midway through the semester, my gag reflex was pretty much gone. The well-hung canine was making a game of seeing how far he could get each day.

I was in heaven.

Cum rolled out of the corners of my lips, but not as much as the first time I'd taken on the beast. I was getting good enough that I rarely needed my spare shirt afterwards. My paws clutched at his thighs as he humped forward, pushing the apple-sized head to the back of my throat.

"Hey, new record! All right!"

The canine's monstrous shaft pulsed once more before he pulled back. I gasped, heaving for air, and fell onto my hands and knees. Thick drops of white cum dripped past the side of my face as the jock grinned down at me.

"Wait'll the guys here about this. They'll never believe it."

I was still experiencing the after-effects of chugging what felt like a gallon of doggy cum, not to mention the enormous stalk rising from his hips to just below his shelf-like pecs. So it took me a few moments to process what he'd said about "the guys." In fact, he was already stuffing his semi-hard length down one leg of his jeans and pulling on his shirt by the time I was able to lift my paw and croak out, "Wait... other... guys?"

The jock's ears swiveled forward. "Oh, yeah, man. I told a few of my friends on the football team. And the baseball team. Oh, and my buddy that's in wrestling."

My heart felt like it was about to pop clear of my chest. I wondered what the coroner would say about that.

The canine leaned over, staring at my frozen muzzle. A glob of thick cum hung like drool from the corner of my lips.

"Hey, relax, man. I didn't tell 'em it was you. I mean, they know you're a fox, but that's it."

I realized I hadn't been breathing and took a few ragged gasps. My arms felt like they were going to give out.

"But, you know, it would help me out if you'd... well, prove you exist."

I looked up at him. He looked so earnest.

"I mean, they don't believe me, you know? What kind of friends are they, not believing me? That I get a blowjob just about every day from a dude who can actually take this?" he said, pointing to the bulge traveling down the left leg of his jeans. His eyes took on a slightly needy look. "Sure, most of my buddies are bigger than me, but come on... this ain't tiny, right?"

"Not... tiny..." I was stunned. Bigger... than him? My brain might have broken a little at that point, because the words that I said next weren't something a normal, rational, logical person would ever say. "I'll meet them."

The jock's face lit up. "Awesome! I'll let them know. Doesn't have to be right away, if you're not cool with it. I mean, some of them didn't get it at first." He frowned slightly. "I had to explain it very carefully to Jerry. Anyways, I explained it to 'em just like you did to me. A mouth's a mouth, right? Ha!"

He stood up, satisfied his personal troubles with his friends would soon be cured. I leaned back on my haunches and wiped my face with a towel I had in my gym bag. The jock headed for the door - he knew I usually stayed after to clean up any of the mess. Really, it was so that I could masturbate. There was no time to do it when he was in action.

"See you later! Oh, and tomorrow I want to fuck your ass, so I don't know if you should bring some lube or something? Okay, later, dude."

Revelation upon revelation. My stomach churned as I imagined him on top of me, driving his length into my backside. Would it fit? Did I want it to fit? Well, that was a stupid question. Of course I want it to fit. Did I have enough lube?

I realized the time and jumped up, quickly wiping down the area and stuffing the cum-soaked towel in my gym bag, where some odor neutralizers kept it from stinking any classrooms up. I dashed to my next class, but all the rest of the day I kept thinking about what tomorrow would bring.

When the appointed time drew near, I stood near the entrance to the classroom we usually used. I saw the jock approaching, but instead of going in, he motioned me towards him. I walked next to him down the hallway.

"Hey, I found a better spot," he said.

We didn't speak as we left the building and walked across the boulevard to another hall. We took a flight of stairs down, turned a corner, and, in a long stretch of deserted hallway, there it was: a single unisex bathroom with a locking door.

"Friend of mine recommended it. Said he's brought girls down here before."

I didn't know what to think of that, but then, I was regularly blowing a guy I had no desire to form a real relationship with. He wasn't gay, and though I like him well enough, he's not exactly dating material. Because he wouldn't date me. And he's kind of a lug. So I guess I was just a piece of trim. I could live with it.

I went into the bathroom first. It was pretty nice - recently renovated, tiled floor, clean light blue walls, a toilet, sink, and paper towel dispenser. The accommodations weren't really important, though. What was important was the jock's intentions. I heard the familiar sound of his jeans unzipping and turned to watch as his heavy sheath fell free, soon releasing the fat, flaccid black member within. It was gorgeous.

He grinned at me, cock lurching upwards rapidly. I was always impressed by his ability to get hard seemingly on command. He kicked off his pants and underwear, then pulled off his shirt. It was, I realized the first time I'd seen him totally nude. He was hot. Muscular, fit, tight, and toned, with short-cropped fur letting the muscular definition really shine through. My asshole clenched.

I was a bit slower to undress. I was decidedly less fit than the jock. Shorter, as well. I was really a pretty average looking fox - red and white fur, a smooth stomach, short brown hair. My cock was average as well, though it looked even tinier compared to his.

He grunted and nodded as I turned around and leaned over the sink, tail lifting slightly.

"You do kinda look like a vixen from behind," he said.

I heard footsteps and watched in the mirror in front of me as he approached from behind. I felt his thick slab of cockmeat pulse against my rump, curling over slightly as he wasn't fully hard yet. But something was missing... something was not quite...

"Lube! In the bag!" I gasped, as I felt the girth of his member spread my rump cheeks apart.

"Oh, sure thing, dude," the jock said. His hips remained pressed up against me as he leaned over, squeezing me into the sink, while he rummaged in my gym bag, eventually emerging with the bottle in hand. I could feel those heavy nuts resting on the back of my thighs. I tightened my grip on the sides of the sink and swallowed hard.

A few tense moments passed. I tried to visualize his cock in my mind. I tried to think about it going under my tail. My imagination failed to come up with a plausible scenario for making this happen.

My thoughts were interrupted by the warm, slick glans of the canine's beefy shaft grinding between my cheeks. I went taut for a moment, but then tried to relax as his paws gripped my hips and pulled me firmly back into him. My muzzle opened wide as I felt that thickness squeeze against my tight hole. He heavy breath washed over my neck as he lurched forward.

"Woooooohhhhhhhoooouuuuwwww!"

My rump clenched tight as the tip popped through. Several enormous inches followed. I wriggled madly, dancing on my toes as the canine's satisfied sight echoed in my ears. I tipped my head back, hips thrust out against the sink, both of my paws grasping at his.

"It's just like that vixen's!" the jock moaned. He pumped his hips, grinding in deeper. I could feel his length pulsing, twitching inside of me. I was fully erect, harder than I could ever remember. As the thickness surged deeper, I nearly came. My balls felt like they were going to explode.

Then there was nothing but fucking. The canine's paws moved to my shoulders, pushing me down over the sink. I could, by lifting up my eyes, see his reflection in the mirror. He was bent low over me, muscular torso hovering above my backside. His eyes were closed and a happy, dumb expression scrawled across his muzzle. His fat shaft plowed deeper, stretching me like I'd never been before. Thick, warm liquid ran down the insides of my thighs, a mixture of lube and pre-cum. With as productive as he was, at least I didn't need to worry about re-upping the lube anytime soon.

My guts shifted as his cock went deeper. I didn't even realize how deep until the unmistakable ball of flesh comprising his fat knot squeezed against my hole. I groaned loudly, unable to help myself, as he pulled back, rearranging my insides as he went. He shoved back forward, grinding in again, opening me up no matter how tight I clenched. My prostate screamed as he hammered it again and again, loosening me up to the point he was able to get in close, wrap his arms around my hips, and thrust with short, sharp movements, bouncing his knot off my tail hole each time. I could hardly breath and my head shook wildly as he humped my rump with growing force.

He switched paces soon, though, as I felt a tremble in his paws. I stared at the mirror, watching as his head tipped up. His hips pulled back slow and pumped in hard. I clenched each time, gasps of pleasure and other noises rolling out of my muzzle. The jock's short claws dug into my hips as he thrust into me one last time, lifting me off the floor entirely. My feet dangled in mid-air as his muzzle opened and a growl echoed through the bathroom. I could just about hear the splash of cum painting my insides; most of it shot back around around his cock to drizzle down my legs and off my toes onto the floor below. His paws pulled my hips down as his legs pushed him up, threatening to grind that knot straight into my body as wave after wave of warm doggy cum flooded my rump.

Fortunately, he backed off before impaling me further. How long would that knot take to go down? As much as I relished the idea of being locked to such a meaty, thick appendage, I wasn't sure his reaction would be quite as happy after the first twenty or thirty minutes.

I bowed my head as his grunts and moans echoed in my ears. I'd never felt so full, so fat with cum, nor been stuffed well past capacity like he'd so casually done. In fact, when he dropped me to my feet by coming down off his tip-toes, he pulled out easily, leaving me little time to relish the thickness. I gasped, jerking, cumming as his tip flipped out, followed by a stream of seed. My cock spat a few stripes across the mirror as I gasped for breath. The canine watched, seemingly amused he'd been able to make me do that.

"That was awesome. We're definitely doing that again, huh?"

I sagged weakly against the sink. My fingers nearly slipped. I tried not to drop to the floor.

"Yeah... yeah, sure," I said, head spinning. That was a fuck to end all fucks. Straightforward and simple, just like him, but boy, did it get the job done. I realized my tongue was hanging out of my open mouth as I rested my cheek against the porcelain sink.

"Cool. Meet me here tomorrow, same time?" he said, not really asking a question. The jock used a towel to wipe himself down, then quickly got dressed. "Thanks again, buddy. You were right. A rump is a rump! This was a great idea!"

His tail wagged furiously behind him as he stood with his paw on the door. "Man, the guys'll never believe this!" He glanced over his shoulder at me. "Say... how about I bring someone along tomorrow? I think that'll be fun, right?"

I watched as his burgeoning sexuality took flight, taking him on intellectual adventures. Every furrow of his brow was like an army of computers crunching simulations.

"Well, I mean, threesomes with two guys and a girl are sweet. And that's kind of like this, right? Yeah, it'll be cool."

The jock grinned at me. I stared at the bulge in his pants. "Okay. See you tomorrow!"

I blinked. Had I just agreed to a threesome? After two months, I should be able to keep my eyes off his cock for a few minutes at a time, shouldn't I? Strangely, though, I didn't feel as much panic as I had earlier. Maybe I was overthinking it after all. I mean, it was still just for fun. It wasn't like we were doing anything wrong. I wasn't taking advantage of the big jock and his naiveté... and even if I was, he was getting as much out of it as me.

I grinned and cleaned myself up. I was looking forward to tomorrow.