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As soon as he opened the front door, Vito Jackson heard moaning.

He froze, eyes wide, big hyena ears perking impressively. What the hell? he thought. The house was supposed to be empty. Were Tom and Harry back early? And...having crazy animal sex? In their own living room? And they forgot to notify the guy who was watering their plants?

He crept silently into the front hall of the small three-bedroom house, taking care to squeeze the spare keys in his big hyena paw so they wouldn't jingle.

"Unh! Unh! Unh! UNH! UNH! UNH!" came a soft panting, from deeper in the house. It sounded like the living room, the corner of which was just a few feet away.

Vito suppressed a smile. Holy shit! Who was that? It didn't sound anything like Tom or Harry. Vito would know; he had fucked both of them. And besides, they were on a cruise, in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, for another three days. Leaving early was not an option, unless they had purchased a helicopter that they hadn't mentioned.

_"_Yeah boy," a low voice growled. "Get your fucking face in there. Lick my fucking pit."

The deeper voice growled, and suddenly Vito recognized it. It was a movie. This was an excerpt from Tom and Harry's extensive gay porno collection. Maybe they had left it on the TV, just to screw with him? They had asked him to housesit, after all. He frowned. But his first visit wasn't for three days; surely they wouldn't have left gay porn blasting for seventy-two full hours.

Was there somebody else housesitting? Somebody who was reealllyy horny?

Vito probably should have been alarmed, but he was actually kind of turned on. He stood a mere 5'7", but with 16" biceps and a mean glare, there wasn't much he was afraid of. Hyenas were rare enough in suburban Ohio that few guys dared to fuck with him. Even in the age of enlightenment, his creepy laugh-like battle cry still freaked the shit out of most guys. That, combined with the thrill of potentially catching some hornball with his dick out on Tom and Harry's $2000 sofa, was enough incentive to creep silently from the foyer into the living room instead of calling 911.

This would be good. Vito was wearing a tight black t-shirt, dark jeans, and big black boots. Even if it was somebody he knew, there would be a satisfying moment of terror at the biker hyena suddenly appearing in the doorway.

Vito peeked silently around the corner.

Standing in the middle of the room, his back to the front door, was a thin black-backed jackal, fixated on the television, holding the remote in one hand and grinding against his crotch with the other. Vito did not recognize the jackal, and the kid looked a good 10 years younger than the rest of their friends.

The jackal wore a white wife-beater tucked into tight Wal-Mart Levis, the tanktop revealing silver and black fur running all the way up the back of his neck and head. He had a thin tapered muzzle like all jackals, and big triangular ears, between which was perched a genuine NASCAR baseball cap. He was skinny but ripped, his arms thin but bearing muscles clearly defined under soft golden fur, with the muscle tone of a teenager who clearly pulled his own weight around the house, or possibly even the farm. He wore dirty yellow construction boots and he couldn't have been older than nineteen.

On the 60" flatscreen, a wolf with a musclegut and a leather vest was grinding a skinny otter twink into his armpit, grinning sadistically as the otter pushed halfheartedly away from him. It was a good movie; Vito had a copy at home.

Watching it, the jackal seemed equal parts aroused and nervous, holding his head and ears in a nervous stance, and Vito frowned. The kid was acting like he wasn't supposed to be here. The hyena glanced around, into the kitchen.

The kitchen had a door which led to the backyard, with a little diamond-shaped window in it. The glass in this small window was shattered. Small pieces of it lay on the rubber mat leading to the backyard.

Vito's eyes widened. The jackal wasn't supposed to be here at all. He had broken in. Vito had walked in on a crime.

As Vito realized this, his jaw dropping open, the jackal glanced behind himself and saw the imposing hyena.

"_ARP!"_the kid yelped, flinched violently with his entire body, inadvertently pausing the movie in the process. As soon as his feet landed back on the floor, the jackal dropped the remote and bolted like hell for the kitchen door.

_"HEY!"_Vito roared, lunging after him. He charged across the distance and dive-tackled across the living room carpet, hitting the kid square in the back. The poor jackal didn't even make it to the kitchen threshold before getting slammed with 215 pounds of pure hyena muscle. They slammed onto the floor hard enough to rattle the china in the kitchen cabinets.

The kid flailed like a man possessed. "Lemmego I didn't take anything I swear!" he howled, scrambling to lift himself onto all fours.

Vito clamped his arms around the thin jackal and released his weight onto him, pinning the boy to the floor. The jackal scrabbled with his claws for traction on the laminate floor, but Vito had much more mass and easily dragged him backward.

He lunged forward far enough to put him in a right-arm headlock. The kid made a strangled squealing noise and writhed between Vito's arm and his chest.

Vito's arms were huge, and as he tightened the headlock he lifted the kid's chest and waist completely off the ground. The jackal squealed and sprawled out on all four legs.

The boy was loaded with muscle. As the lithe jackal squirmed and writhed against him, Vito held him in place and tried very hard not to enjoy the sensation. This was a criminal, after all.

A criminal who had been watching gay porn. And playing with himself.

Vito inhaled deeply, his heart pounding. His nostrils filled with the scent of terrified jackal and Right Guard.

Vito's nostrils flared. "Quit fighting," he growled, low and dangerous. "I'm not gonna hurt you!"

The jackal flinched at the sound of his voice, and reached desperately toward the tile floor of the kitchen. "Lemme go!" he wailed, his claws scraping uselessly across the laminate.

Vito angled his thick hips forward and down, grinding against the kid's tight ass and crushing him to the laminate floor of the living room. The jackal grunted loudly and pushed back, hard, all muscle and tendons. His ass was all bone and muscle - he didn't have an ounce of fat on him.

How would that ass feel with my dick buried inside of it, Vito thought, and that was more or less the moment he stopped thinking with his brain and stated thinking with his cock.

"Please lemme go!" the jackal wailed, rounding out his vowels with the quasi-southern accent occasionally heard in rural Ohio. "I din't take nothin'!" he protested again.

Vito grunted. "Yeah?" he snapped. "What about that window?"

The jackal's ears flattened against his head. He squirmed underneath the thick hyena, whimpering pitifully.

Tightening the arm around the kid's throat, Vito rolled the two of them onto their sides.

Gurgling, the jackal fell back against him, arching his back and gasping. He reached up and wrapped his fingers around Vito's thick forearm, trying to pry the bigger man's arm off his throat, grunting with exertion and getting nowhere.

Inhaling deeply, Vito slid his big left paw down the kid's stomach. He had a nice, defined set of abs, and Vito exhaled loudly, right in the kid's ear. Vito let his paw keep sliding lower and lower, and finally closed his fingers around the kid's thick belt clasp.

The jackal stiffened, arching his back and gasping. "Wh-wh-whut are you doing?" the kid stammered.

"Whatever I want," Vito snapped. "And _you're_gonna let me. Unless you'd rather I called the police?"

The jackal fell silent. He stopped struggling and started shaking. "Don't do that!" he wailed. "I swear I wasn't gonna-"

"Shut up, kid," Vito growled. He fumbled the jackal's belt open.

The kid twitched in terror. "W-w-wait!" he gasped, writhing in Vito's arms. He dug his claws into Vito's forearm, straining mightily to detach Vito's arm from his neck. The kid was strong, but he was nowhere strong enough.

Vito grunted, awkwardly unbuttoning the kid's tight jeans. He grasped his zipper and slid down the jackal's fly.

The jackal arched his back and gasped. "What are you doing?!" His big jackal ears cemented back against his skull, swatting Vito lightly in the nose.

"Nothing you're going to object to," Vito growled. "If you broke in here why I think you broke in here." He worked his big paw into the jackal's jeans, found the meaty bulge of his sheath filling out the thin fabric of a simple pair of Hanes, and clamped his fingers around it.

_"Arp!"_the jackal cried again. He arched his back in Vito's arms and began struggling again.

"Ssssssssssssshhhhh," Vito hissed at him. He began massaging gently, still breathing hard from the brief tussle.

"Oh Jesus!" the jackal squealed. He jackal squirmed for another few moments, but then his cock began to grow stiff and hot under Vito's administrations. "Oh Jesus," he said again, slower and quieter.

"There you go," Vito grunted, letting out a soft breath. "Just relax, kid. Doesn't that feel nice?" He kept massaging, licking his teeth. "Isn't this what you came here for?"

"Oh sh-sh-shit," the jackal gasped, gritting his teeth. His meat kept growing thicker and stiffer, helpless against Vito's ministrations, and finally he began to relax his shoulders and arms.

"Theeere we go," Vito said again, tilting his head in and nuzzling the trapped jackal. "Just relaaaax. I know you can't resist this big paw on your crotch. Just lie here and enjoy it."

The jackal let out a little whimper. His cock grew to an impressive size, probably seven or eight inches if Vito had to guess, long enough that he had to manhandle the kid's cock off to one side to prevent it from bending painfully inside his briefs.

"Hell of a big cock for a skinny kid," Vito whispered in his ear.

The jackal let out a harsh breath, continuing to relax against Vito's chest. He squirmed mightily, and Vito felt the kid's back muscles roll impressively against his chest and stomach. "This cannot be happening," the kid whispered, shivering.

Vito chuckled. "I get that a lot."

As the jackal's cock stiffened, his arms and shoulders relaxed. Just as Vito started to feel the telltale moisture of a leaking cock, the kid let out a shuddering breath, and that seemed to mark the end of his struggles. Slowly, Vito relaxed his headlock on the kid and slid his arm off. He closed his fingers around the jackal's muzzle, just in case, but the kid seemed to enjoy that, based on a contented rumble that escaped him. Vito massaged his muzzle with thick hyena fingers, and the kid melted in his arms, half-closing his eyes and shivering.

"Feel good?" Vito rumbled, though he already knew the answer. He rubbed his fingerpads gently over the outline of boy's cockhead.

"Unnnnhhhh," the jackal breathed softly. He tried to look back at Vito, but the hyena held his head tightly in place, preventing him from moving his muzzle, and after a moment he stopped trying. "Wh-whut are you gonna do to me?" he asked, shakily.

"You gay?" Vito asked, eyeing the frozen musclewolf on the TV screen.

Abruptly stiffening, the jackal took a sharp breath. He did not answer.

"Your folks know?"

The jackal arched his back, squirming lightly in Vito's arms. "Nobody knows," he grunted. He strained to look back at the hyena again, failed once more, and went limp, sighing audibly. "Are you gonna tell 'em?"

"Nope," Vito said, immediately. "I don't believe in outing." He let his fingers slide off the jackal's muzzle, to rest lightly around his throat.

The jackal squirmed in place, craning his neck to frown suspiciously at him. He had golden eyes and a dusting of black fur scattered throughout his beige muzzle, mostly under his chin, giving him the appearance of light scruff, enthusiastically but sparsely grown by a yearling who has just discovered he can grow it. He searched Vito's eyes and face, clearly trying to gauge his motives. Even through his haze of arousal, he looked scared.

Vito frowned. "How old are you?"

The jackal looked away. "Nineteen, sir," he said.

"You in school?"

"CSCC." That was a local community college.

Vito narrowed his eyes. "Why'd you break in here?"

The jackal swallowed, very conspicuously avoiding eye contact.

Vito watched him. "Just to get your rocks off?" He stared. "Maybe grab some souvenirs? Get yourself a jockstrap? Grab some leather gear?" He cocked his head. "Scamper home and jack off with your face buried in it?"

The jackal was perfectly motionless for a moment, and then nodded, almost imperceptibly. He was turning crimson.

Vito nodded, considering for a moment. "Alright," he said, softly. "Get up." He squirmed away from the sprawled-out jackal, laboring awkwardly up onto his big paws. "And don't try getting away from me, I'm faster than you are and a whole lot stronger." He backed away until he was in front of the sofa, and slowly lowered himself onto it.

The jackal raised himself to his hands and knees, shyly looking every direction but at Vito. He awkwardly re-buttoned his jeans, but did not clasp his belt. He hung his head miserably, the picture of guilt.

"C'mere," Vito ordered, spreading his thick legs and leaning backward. He patted his thighs invitingly.

Still avoiding eye contact, the jackal stood up and slowly approached him.

"Look at me," Vito ordered.

The jackal raised his golden eyes, breathing hard. He met Vito's hazel eyes and refused to budge from that position.

"Look at my body," Vito ordered, grinning. He raised his big arms and did a double-bicep flex. The sleeves of his black t-shirt strained against his gold-colored, brown-spotted arms.

The jackal's eyebrows shot upward and his ears folded back. His eyes darted over Vito's thick arms and his barrel chest, even down to his moderate paunch, and within a few seconds his tapered muzzle was coloring with deep crimson.

"Did you break in here 'cause you think Tom and Harry are hot?" Vito asked him. He slowly lowered his arms.

Looking down in mortification, the jackal nodded almost imperceptibly. "Yeah," he whispered. He thought for a moment and then swallowed, hard. "Every time I pass by this house I try to get a glimpse inside. Sometimes they hang out shirtless in back." He shook his head. "I saw them making out once." He shivered. "God, that was hot."

Vito grinned. "Do you think I'm hot?"

The jackal stared at him for a moment. "Yes," he whispered, finally. "I seen you around here before."

Vito nodded, unable to wipe the smile off his face. "Mmm-hmm. C'mere and stand right here, between my boots." He grinned, leaning all the way back against the couch. "What's your name, kid?"

The jackal edged reluctantly forward. "Tanner."

Vito rumbled. Tanner. He liked that. "I'm Vito. I'm not going to call the cops. What do you think about that?"

The jackal stopped with his boot toes up against the base of the couch, his knees brushing Vito's inner thighs. This close to the hyena, he had his jackal-paws curled into tight fists and his arms were so tense that Vito could make out each individual tendon.

The jackal clenched his jaw, frowning. "You got something else in mind?" he asked, softly. He looked like he was deciding whether or not to bolt again.

Vito grinned up at him. "Yeah. But I don't think you're gonna mind it."

Without waiting for a response, he reached up and planted one meaty paw on Tanner's jeans, thrusting his hand up under the jackal's tanktop.

Tanner jerked in surprise and arched his back unhappily, his upper lip lifting in an involuntary sneer.

Vito dragged the boy's thin undershirt upward, revealing soft near-white fur over a perfect set of abs. He leaned forward and nuzzled, rumbling loudly, clamping one big hand over each of Tanner's thin flanks.

Tanner let out a soft gasp, squirming under the attention, arching his back and trying to lean backwards.

"I love that you're trying to squirm away from me." Vito rumbled and dipped his muzzle, licking aggressively at the boy's navel, holding him tightly in place, and he got so excited that he let out a terrifying little hunting laugh.

Tanner flinched, but when Vito looked warily up to see his reaction, there was fire in the young jackal's eyes.

"Hyenas really do make that noise?" the boy asked, with a face between wonder and lust.

Vito grinned toothily up at him. "Yeah. A lot, actually. Take your shirt off."

Tanner nodded slowly down at him, and then shyly lifted his tank-top off his shoulders, swallowing hard and coloring crimson. His entire chest was the same white as his abs, with a hint of light brown, except for a darker tuft between his lightly muscled pecs, and a tuft of darker fur under each of his arms. "I can't believe you're making me do this," he muttered.

Vito snorted. "This is just the beginning, kid." He lunged forward with his muzzle again, probing at Tanner's light chest fur over his left pec, until he found a stiff, ready nipple. He eagerly lapped at it, clamping his hands hard around Tanner's skinny sides.

The jackal gasped audibly, which only spurred Vito forward. He nibbled gently, probing hard with at the jackal's nipple with his tongue, and sucked as hard as he dared.

Tanner shivered in his arms, and suddenly Vito was holding most of the boy's weight, as he struggled to stay on his feet. "Holy sh-shiiiiiiihhtttt" he gasped, clamping his hands over Vito's thick shoulders and whimpering. The boy swayed unsteadily, shivering.

Vito bit the jackal's pec delicately and grinned up at him, licking his teeth. "You like that, little man?" he asked, smugly.

Tanner swallowed, his eyes a little wide. "I dunno if that's really my thing," he said, softly. "I didn't even know those were, uh, sensitive."

Vito chuckled. "Bet I can turn you around on that. Turn around. I want to see that black back of yours." He made no effort to remove his big mitts from the skinny jackal's flanks. Tanner nodded, swallowing, and writhed around in a half-circle. Vito's paws ran over his stomach and his lower back, and he let out a shivering breath.

Vito watched him turn. Tanner was a black-backed jackal, with shaggy silver-and-gray fur running from his waist up to the back of his neck, punctuated by an inky seam where it transitioned to golden-beige fur on his sides. He was gorgeous.

"Hrrr_rrrrrrr_rrrrmmm," Vito rumbled. "It's been way too fuckin' long since I seen a jackal up close." He leaned forward and nibble-bit his way up Tanner's back, nipping him hard right between the shoulders, and then again on his ruff. He lifted himself to his feet, pushing hard against the jackal's back. He shoved him forward so forcefully that he had to clamp his hands around the jackal's stomach, or he would have pushed him right over.

Tanner shivered violently, arching his back and tensing. He let out a whimper and tilted his head back, gasping. His chest was so narrow, Vito could cover practically his entire torso with just his paws.

"Oh, I bet this feels so good," Vito rumbled, chewing gently on the jackal's shaggy black ruff. I remember the first time a big daddy manhandled me like this." He cupped one big paw around Tanner's chin, tilting his head up and back, and slurped messily at his muzzle. "Tell me how good it feels."

Tanner let out a strangled moan, shivering violently. "Oh gawd, I can't believe this is happening," he whimpered. He trembled again, teetering shakily.

He left his muzzle open after he said it, and Vito thrust his wide tongue in from the side. Tanner jerked in surprise, but after a moment started to slurp awkwardly back.

"Drop your pants," Vito growled at him, nuzzling him hard, pulling the kid back against his own aching hard-on. He ground the jackal against himself, rubbing his fat paws up and down the boy's tight stomach.

"Ngh!" Tanner grunted, fumbling clumsily for the button of his jeans. He snapped them open and shoved his jeans downward. His quads were just like his arms, muscular but thin, and as soon as Vito pulled away in the slightest, the jackal's jeans slid all the way down around his ankles.

Vito didn't give him more than a second's pause before he reached around to grab the jackal's meat again, this time finding him as hard as a stone.

"Oh shiiit!" Tanner grunted, hissing loudly.

"That's a good boy," Vito rumbled. He let go of the jackal and sat down hard on the couch behind him, his face inches from the jackal's thick, fuzzy tail. Tanner was wearing a pair of plane white Hanes briefs, and they framed his ass beautifully. The jackal swayed, still off-balance. Vito put his paws on the boy's hips.

Tanner put his paws over Vito's, hunching his shoulders and panting mightily. He looked warily back at him, apprehension in his golden eyes. With his dusty gray-and-black-framed face, he really was an unbelievably handsome kid.

Vito looked up at him. "Feeling exposed?" he asked.

Tanner nodded, swallowing unhappily. "I ain't been around anyone in just my skivvies in a long time."

Vito grinned savagely upward. "I notice that isn't stopping you."

Tanner nodded, his pink tongue poking out. "Yeah, well," he whispered, trailing off and blushing.

Vito grinned. "Can't say I'm surprised. Are you clean back here?"

The jackal frowned, confused.

Vito blinked at him. "I'm not into scat, kid," he said, severely.

Tanner's light eyebrows jumped upwards. "Oh jeez! Uh, no, I had a shower right before I came over." He swallowed, turning crimson.

Vito nodded brightly. "Works for me." He yanked Tanner's briefs down off his perfect golden ass and pulled them all the way down to his ankles.

Tanner jerked in embarrassment, clenching his fists and his teeth. "C'mon, Mr. Vito, I'm not ready for this!" he whimpered, his tail curling up between his legs.

Vito gently pried the jackal's tail out of the way, and replaced it with his bulky, square, very warm muzzle.

As soon as his cold nose touched the underside of Tanner's tailbase, the jackal panicked. "ARP!" he yelled. "Stop it, Mister Vito! This is all too arrrrrp!"

Vito dug his muzzle in enthusiastically, taking a long, slow slurp over Tanner's asshole. The jackal tasted like sweat and body wash, and if Vito was honest with himself, the jackal's alarmed, powerful struggling was a huge turn-on. Vito clamped his predator's paws over Tanner's narrow hips and gave him another meaty slurp.

"Mister Viiito!" Tanner squealed. He clamped his hands over Vito's paws again, struggling to squirm away from him, hunching over at the midline and widening his stance, almost tripping over Vito's big hyena feet in the meantime.

Vito growled, his muzzle filling with saliva, slathering the jackal's asshole and tailbase with slimy, warm hyena spit. He let it get messy, letting hot hyena drool run down both of the kid's inner thighs as he aggressively tongued his asshole.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck," Tanner whimpered, dipping his head and shuddering. He whined deeply in his chest, high-pitched and keening, and bent at the waist, bending his knees and trying to pull forward, away from Vito's probing muzzle.

Trying to escape, eh? Vito tightened his grasp, digging his claws in.

Tanner threw his head back and moaned, warmth pouring off of him like a kerosene heater.

After a few moments of making the kid squeal, Vito came up for air. He bit Tanner squarely on his left asscheek, making the kid jerk violently.

Panting, Tanner looked back at him and glared.

Vito grinned. "How'd you like that, little man?" he rumbled, licking his teeth.

Tanner glanced warily back at him. "God damn," he grunted. "Not sure I liked it at all."

Vito stared up at him. "Turn around," he whispered.

The jackal stared gravely down at him, and then nodded obediently. He squirmed around, probably desperate to get his asshole away from the perverted hyena, and zipped around so fast that he smacked Vito in the nose with his cock. The jackal had a good seven or eight inches of fat red meat, and it whacked Vito in the muzzle like a rubber novelty hammer. A slick drizzle of precum flung across his muzzle like a poorly-aimed gob of split.

Vito glared at Tanner with angry, crazy eyes.

The jackal's eyes shot open and his paws flew up to his muzzle. "Ohmygawd I'm sorry!" he wailed. "I forgot I was close enough to-"

Ignoring him, Vito grabbed the jackal's hips. He lunged for the boy's cock, taking half of its length into his muzzle, and thrust his head forward. It was sweaty and hot and pleasantly fat inside his muzzle.

"Aaaaahhhhh!"_Tanner gasped, arching his back and squealing. _"Oh shit!" The jackal's weight was suddenly in the hyena's paws once again, and Vito felt his body tremble with great, violent shivers. Tanner held onto him like he was drowning.

"Mmm_MMMMM_mmmmm," Vito rumbled, letting a growl creep into his voice. He brutally massaged the jackal's cock against the roof of his mouth, working it aggressively with his tongue.

He'd just planned to get the kid going before fucking him senseless, but now that he had a piece of fat meat in his mouth, he couldn't resist really going to town. He felt his muzzle fill with saliva again, and he swallowed several times to prevent himself from drooling down the front of his shirt.

Tanner arched his back and lifted his head like he was going to start howling. He shuddered violently and kept shaking, gasping loudly for breath. "_Awmagawd!"_he cried, digging into Vito's shoulders with his sharp little jackal claws.

Vito swallowed again, inhaling deeply with his nose against the short, shaggy furs of Tanner's sheath, and pulled gently but insistently off the jackal's cock.

Tanner straightened up, grunting, and lifted himself to a more-or-less vertical position, though he was shivering and panting like he was about to go into shock.

Vito grunted, and stared purposefully up at the kid. He tilted his head and firmly nuzzled his cock. The jackal was so hard; Vito had forgotten what it was like to fuck a young man. They really put their entire physical being into it.

Tanner looked down at him, swallowing. "Is it okay if I touch your face? I don't really know how this all works yet." He looked away, blushing.

Feeling good, enjoying the heat and the hardness, Vito looked up at him, gently rubbing his nose against the kid's throbbing shaft, and looked up at him with half-closed eyes. "Go ahead, kid," he rumbled. "Do whatever you want."

Tanner nodded severely and reached down to loosely encircle Vito's muzzle with his thin fingers.

It was a unique sensation, pretty different from the ear-grabbing Vito was used to. It actually felt pretty good.

Vito let his eyes slide halfway closed and just played with the jackal's crowbar-stiff cock, running his lips over it, slurping gently at the base of his shaft.

Tanner gently caressed his muzzle as he did it, barely touching him with the tips of his claws, and the sensation gave Vito goosebumps. The fur on his back and his arms stood up, and he let out a shuddering breath.

Vito dipped his shaggy head to nose at Tanner's balls, and the kid gently dug his claws in under his ears and over the back of his neck. The sensation made Vito shiver, letting out a hot breath over the kid's dangling sack, and he liked the feeling a lot. He stayed with his muzzle pointed downward, opening his teeth and slurping at the kid's balls, working them as aggressively as he dared.

Tanner tilted his head back and moaned loudly. "Oh fuccckkkkk," he groaned, shivering hard. His ass and quads were in a constant state of hardness and writhing under Vito's fingers. He was letting the pleasure completely overwhelm him.

Vito tilted his muzzle upward, slurping at the kid's shaft and the top of his sheath, and the stank of pre was so intense that it made his head swim a little; the kid must have been marinating in his own juices for a good hour before Vito showed up. He soaked the jackal's cock in hyena spit, nuzzling it, covering his muzzle and the kid's crotch in slick hyena drool.

The smell was overpowering. He loved it.

Tanner reached down again, grabbing his muzzle a little harder now, and Vito had to fight him to get his face where he wanted it. It felt good, so he let the jackal wrestle with him, pushing his muzzle downward when he wanted to point it up. He slathered the kid's cock with spit the whole time, big meaty slurps, pushing his head hard upward.

Tanner pushed him back down, barely able to maintain any kind of a grip on the hyena's slobber-soaked muzzle.

Vito looked up at him, locking eyes, and growled. Tanner glared down at him, set his jaw and shoved him back down, hard.

Vito pushed back, getting his knees into it, letting out a terrifying, high-pitched hyena yap. Tanner flinched for a second , his slobber-soaked dick pushed firmly against Vito's questing nose, but after a moment he only seemed to increase in his insane resolve to push the hyena off of his rock-hard erection.

Vito let out a short series of involuntary barks, threw his shoulders back, and lurched for the boy's erection. He slurped the boy's entire fat meat into his muzzle, and worked it like a dog with a bone. He grabbed Tanner's ass and pulled the jackal toward him, growling protectively over his prize.

Tanner groaned and grabbed Vito's ears, clamping hard down on them and crushing the hyena's shaggy head against his crotch, burying the hyena's nose in his pubic fur. His thick wet cockhead finally shoved into the back of Vito's throat, and Vito nearly gagged, grunting and jerking unhappily at the sensation of jackalmeat cutting off his airway.

The jackal manhandling him either didn't notice or didn't care, because instead of letting go, he continued crushing Vito's head against his crotch, shivering violently and letting out an anguished yowl.

Vito felt a moment of shock - he hadn't intended to get the jackal to cum at all, had he really lost control like that? - and then there was acrid jackal cum blasting straight into the back of his throat.

The hyena gagged for a few moments, snorting unhappily, and wrenched backward, pulling a few inches off the jackal's spurting meat. The boy's hot seed still poured into his muzzle, and Vito either had to swallow the steaming load or let it overflow his muzzle. He gulped down a mouthful of the jackal's cum, and then another, but that still wasn't enough. A small amount spilled out the side of his muzzle and dribbled hotly down his shirt.

Tanner came for an improbably long time, gushing semen into Vito's muzzle for what seemed like twenty seconds more than he should have been capable of, and finally shuddered to a stop. The jackal looked down at him, wide-eyed and alarmed, shivering and scared-looking. Panting, he released Vito's ears, his own tongue hanging out of his narrow muzzle.

Working his jaw, Vito slid slowly off the jackal's member. Tanner grit his teeth at the sensation.

"Holy shit," the jackal breathed. He stared down at Vito, his eyes wide, his fat cock dangling flaccidly but still angry-red and half-hard. He had a hell of a cock.

"Holy shit _indeed,"_Vito grunted, reaching up to wipe his lips and muzzle clean. His forearm came away smeared and matted like he'd been eating chicken wings without the benefit of a napkin.

Tanner stared down at him, kneeling, angry and smeared with his seed, and the fire in the boy's eyes was something to behold.

Swallowing, Vito coughed loudly and snorted again. He glared up at the jackal. "I hope you don't think that this gets you off the hook for being my fuck-toy." He cocked his head back and forth, cracking his neck. "I didn't even get my shirt off." He licked his teeth, trying to get the acrid taste of jackal cum out of his mouth. He pushed the jackal backward, trying to stagger to his feet.

His eyes locked predatorially on the hyena, Tanner cocked his head. "Mr. Vito, I jerk off about twenty times a day. I'll be ready to go again in ten minutes."

Vito staggered to his feet, and Tanner reached down to help him up. The kid was surprisingly strong.

Vito scowled at him.

Tanner smiled dopily back at him, the picture of country-boy innocence.

Vito stared at him for a moment, and then his annoyance left him like cigarette smoke clearing in a high wind.

Tanner seemed to notice this, and grinned his stupid country-boy grin again. "Ain't mad at me, areya?" He cocked his head adorably.

Vito rolled his eyes to avoid smiling. "Excuse me," he rumbled. "I gotta go rinse my mouth. Somebody just dumped about two gallons of cum down my throat."

Tanner stared at him, blinked for a moment, and then looked away, coloring crimson. He still had that proud little smile, though. Vito had the feeling he would turn out to be one hell of a dom.

Smiling, Vito slid past him toward the bathroom in the hallway.

Inside the bathroom, the big hyena rinsed his mouth, washed his face, and swilled a few ounces of Scope in his muzzle. It cleared the acrid taste of jackal cum, but only just barely.

Spitting into the sink, the big hyena stared at his reflection. He had little bits of barely-legal jackalcum soaking pearly-white into his black t-shirt.

Staring at himself, he slowly frowned.

"What are you doing?" he asked himself. "Look at you. Thirty-five years old and you're threatening to call the cops on a nineteen-year old if he doesn't let you fuck him. What kind of a sad old man are you?" His reflection frowned back at him.

Normally Vito was quite proud of his appearance - a big-armed, wide-shouldered daddy hyena with a short spotted mohawk - but drizzled as he was with the semen of a panicked teenager, this was not his finest moment.

He shook his head. This just wasn't right. He should do the responsible thing - let the kid off the hook, board up the broken door, and try to get his shit together.

Sighing, he left the hallway bathroom. "Hey, Tanner?" he called out. "I've been thinking, and we really don't have to-"

Stepping into the living room, he froze in his tracks, his jaw dropping open.

Stark naked, Tanner grinned proudly back at him. His arms were folded over his lithe chest and muscular stomach, and his cock was already at half-mast again. On the couch next to him lay his clothes, neatly folded with his boots laid out on top and his cap on top of his boots. Now Vito could see he had short, shaggy silver hair, and he was even cuter than he had been before.

Vito couldn't say anything.

"You know what, Mr. Vito?" Tanner asked him. "I always been too shy to even say hi to the guys who live here, because I figured they were so much better'n me, all they'da done is make fun. But you didn't make fun, Mr. Vito. You been real nice to me." He started walking toward Vito, his exposed cock swaying gently and returning to full hardness.

"Uhhhhhhh," Vito said.

"Anyway," Tanner said. "I just wanted to show you I still want to be your...uhh...fucktoy, y'said?" He grinned brightly.

Vito nodded. "Thaaat is what I said, yes."

Tanner smiled amiably. "Okay then, sir. Let's get on with it." He looked away bashfully. "I promise you'll get your shirt off this time."

Vito stared at him. It took him a moment to compose a response. "It, ah, it really made you feel that much better to get your dick sucked?"

Tanner watched him for a moment, and then nodded shyly. He smiled lopsidedly, and Vito abandoned any thought of letting the boy go without a good rutting.

He grinned. "Kid, you are too much." He reached for the hem of his tight t-shirt and pulled it up over his shoulders, almost ripping it in the process.

Tanner's eyes widened in a most pleasing fashion.

Vito knew he looked good. He was at the gym four or five times a week, and had worked himself into a stacked beast, with thick arms and a barrel chest. He had long-ago given up on a six-pack, but even with a little gut he still turned quite a few heads. Tanner seemed to fly right past"turned head" immediately, and appeared to be well on his way to popping his eyes out of his head.

Vito grunted, lifting one arm and flexing it impressively. "What do you think of this, little man?" His biceps were huge, probably as thick around as Tanner's quads, and the jackal's ears folded back submissively. Vito stroked his spherical bicep with the thick fingers of his other hand and grinned.

His jaw dropping open, the boy lowered his head and only looked up at Vito in fleeting glances. He looked...guilty.

Vito frowned. "What's the matter?"

The naked jackal looked away, blushing. "I, uh, I ain't used to looking at other guys." He swallowed. "I mean, uh, like in person. Usually they can't see me." He shook his head. "It doesn't seem right, bein' out in the open like this."

Vito frowned. "I just had your dick in my mouth."

Tanner looked away, grimacing. "I know. I'm sorry." He glanced back up, guiltily. "All I can think of is that you're gonna kick my ass." He looked away, his ears folding back against his head. "I'm sorry."

Vito stared at him a moment, and then nodded solemnly. "Shit. Well then...I guess muscle worship isn't going to work for you."

Tanner looked back at him, gritting his teeth. "Are you...are you gonna stop?" he begged.

Vito cocked his head. "You wanna give it another try?"

Tanner swallowed. "Maybe...okay, how about, don't...don't flex for me." He thought for a moment. "Flex...for the mirror."

Vito stared blankly at him.

The jackal thought for another few moments, and then nodded slowly. "Just...like...pose in the mirror or something. Don't make a big deal of me being there." He swallowed, his muzzle tinting bright crimson. "I'll just watch. Like you can't see me. Like you don't know I'm there."

Vito thought about that a moment.

He cocked his head. "Actually...that sounds kinda hot."

Tanner processed that a moment, and then blinked back at him. "R-really?"

Vito looked back at him. "So, I'm like just fucking around, showing off, and you're, like, hiding, watching me?"

Tanner stared at him, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and nodded nervously.

Vito cocked his head. "And I don't even know this pervy redneck is hiding in the room playing with himself." He felt his meat stir eagerly in his jeans.

Tanner watched him uncertainly, breathing hard. The jackal's tongue darted out and he licked his teeth.

Vito nodded. "Sounds amazing. Let's get to it, you sick twisted freak."

Tanner stared back at him, and then grinned nervously.

_Am I really going to drag this scared teenager into some seriously perverted roleplay?_Vito thought, but then Tanner smiled lopsidedly at him, and the thought of leaving flitted away as if it had never even occurred to him.

His heart already pounding, Vito pranced off for Tom and Harry's spare bedroom.

Quite conveniently for Vito's purposes, the spare bedroom held a set of vigorously-used exercise equipment. Tom and Harry were both enthusiastic strength trainers, and their machine setup was probably worth as much as Vito's motorcycle. The closet in this bedroom had doors that were full-length mirrors, and it was a great workout space, as well as great for the occasional muscle-daddy orgy.

By the time Tanner followed him down the short hallway, Vito was already on the floor doing pushups shirtless. The pup gasped as he slipped into the room and disappeared behind the elliptical machine.

Vito was on the floor facing the mirror, making eye contact with his reflection. On each downward drop, he could see his back muscles, muscular ridges carved into his fur. Dusty tan fur ran down his back, with gorgeous coffee-brown spots covering him like inkspots. His hair was cropped close, but a noticeably shaggier, darker gold mane ran down the center of his head all the way to the top of his neck. He had let it grow out and it served him well as a short, shaggy mohawk.

Behind him, he was aware of Tanner, eyes wide and hungry, his narrow muzzle hanging gently open. Vito could smell him, now. Excitement and arousal poured off the jackal, and Vito could hear him breathing.

Twenty-one...twenty-two...twenty-three...twenty-four. Vito's big arms burned. He usually only did a couple sets as a warm-up, but the feeling of the lithe jackal's eyes all over him, picturing far beyond what he was seeing, spurred him on well past his usual limits.

His heart pounding and his arms pumped up, Vito stood up. He moved to the weight bench, pausing to free his huge hyena paws from his biker boots, and stripping off his socks. Seated bare-pawed on the weight bench, he tossed his sweaty socks toward the elliptical and picked up a 30-pound dumbbell in each hand. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a caramel-covered arm reach out for his socks, and as he pounded out curls he heard the jackal inhale deeply and shakily.

After a good five minutes of that, he loaded the bench bar with another stack of weights, moving slowly and deliberately, keeping his back to the jackal he knew was lurking. He stopped at 150 - well below his limit for bench-pressing but enough to give Tanner a good show. He did more than two dozen lifts, listening carefully for the sound of jackal grunts over his own labored breathing.

When he was done, Vito stood up and stretched slowly. He removed the weights, slowly and deliberately, taking his time, relishing each clank of metal-on-metal.

Tom and Harry did most of their real heavy lifting at the local gym, but they did have a squat rack. They had only purchased it for kinky bondage activities, and thus it had probably never seen a single actual squat, until today.

Pointedly ignoring the jackal in the corner, Vito slid his jeans off his round ass, stripping down to his underwear, which was a set of skintight black Lycra trunk shorts, tailored around his fat hyena package.

"Jesus Christ," he heard Tanner mutter, and Vito fervently hoped the boy was quieter when he was stalking muscle studs for real.

Vito loaded up the bar and did a slow set of squats, grunting and panting as hard as he liked. Following that, he parked in front of the mirror door, to admire his muscular form. He clamped his hands together and flexed his pecs, holding the pose for a long moment before he lifted his thick arms over his head.

Looking in the mirrored doors, he saw himself through Tanner's eyes, fresh and exotic and forbidden. A jet-black muzzle. Bright hazel eyes. A short, perky tail perched over a firm round ass.

He watched himself, licking his teeth, letting his big hands play over his chest. His heart was pounding and his cock was really starting to fight his shorts, straining against the sheer Lycra and sending shocks of pleasure up his spine. He rubbed his hands over his bare stomach and massaged his package, flexing the round bicep of his other arm.

Breathing hard, letting his tongue hang out, Vito hooked his thumb into his shorts and pulled them down over his crack, exposing a dozen more spots as he bared his ass to the supposedly-empty room.

"F-f-fuucckk," Tanner whispered quietly, letting out a shuddering breath.

Vito ignored him. Facing away from the mirror, visible in profile to Tanner, he closed his eyes. He left his shorts stuck around his thick quads and played with himself with both hands, rolling his balls in one hand and massaging his sheath with the other. His cock erupted out of his sheath in moments, roaring to full hardness and fighting back against his fingers as he squeezed and taunted his growing meat.

Satisfied at his throbbing cock's level of hardness, Vito let go and flexed his biceps, pointing his elbows all the way skyward. He held his elbows up over his head, admiring his powerful torso and his massive arms, the light tan of his stomach, the cavernous muscle of his armpits, the dark brown spots he could see on his arms and the edges of his neck. He rotated slowly back and forth in place, holding the pose, licking his teeth, watching his pink tongue dart in and out of his black muzzle.

"C'mere, kid," he grunted.

Only barely visible in the corner of his eye, Tanner jerked noticeably.

Vito turned to stare at him, and as he did, he caught sight of his own reflection. He looked like an absolute fucking monster. He looked like he was calling Tanner over to consume him.

"Get over here," he snarled.

Wide-eyed, the lithe jackal shakily took a few steps toward him. He looked terrified, but his cock never flagged a bit.

Lowering his right arm, keeping his left arm stretched high over his head, Vito tapped his left armpit with his right index finger. "In here," he grunted. "You seemed to like that porno movie an awful lot," he said. "Let's see how you like the real thing."

Shivering gently, Tanner nodded. He leaned hesitantly forward.

Vito reached up for the back of the kid's head, put gentle pressure on his black neck, and tugged him inexorably forward into his sweaty armpit.

_"Unnnhhhhhhhhhhhhh,"_Tanner groaned, closing his eyes and pushing his muzzle under Vito's arm. In a moment the kid's muzzle was slick with sweat, and he shivered and ground his narrow muzzle in under Vito's arm.

Vito tried not to shiver. "Oh, yeah. That feels good. How's this, kid? Am I being nice to you now?" he rumbled.

Tanner stared at him with lusty, half-closed eyes, and his arms lifted and planted on Vito's right pec and his left elbow. The jackal leaned forward, grinding his muzzle against the cavern of muscle that was Vito's pectoral assembly. As the hyena watched, Tanner's lips parted, and his long tongue slid out and slurped deep into his sweaty armpit.

Vito half-closed his eyes. "That's it, kid. Show me how much you love this."

Tanner ground his muzzle against Vito's arm, rubbing his cheek ruff into it. "Oh my God, you feel so good." He licked his teeth. "You taste like salt and locker room." The boy shivered violently, his hands shaking. He was so keyed-up.

Vito snorted. "Better than sniffing some stolen socks, eh?" He pulled forward, grinding Tanner's muzzle under his arm, and pushed his left bicep down, pinning the jackal's muzzle.

Tanner snorted loudly, his eyes growing wide and intense. He tried to pull back halfheartedly, but the smaller jackal was no match for the muscled-up hyena. His eyes rolled back in his head and he shivered, groaning loudly, his voice muffled by Vito's sweaty fur.

Vito crushed him a little harder, and finally released the helpless jackal.

Tanner pulled back slowly, shivering. His muzzle was smeared with Vito's sweat and his own saliva, and he stared into Vito's eyes, unsure but unbelievably determined.

Vito looked down. The jackal was rock-hard again, his fat meat so swollen that his head was a deep shade of purple. Vito's own cock matched it, shorter overall but a good sight thicker.

The hyena chuckled. "I guess you liked that, little man." Tanner swallowed. "This is fucking incredible," he whispered. "I know what's next. You don't have to tell me." Staring at Vito's cock, he slid slowly to his knees.

Vito raised an eyebrow. "I guess you aren't feeling shy anymore," he observed.

Tanner glanced up at him, biting his lip. "I'm so fukken turned-on I can't stop myself," he said. He slid to his knees, eye-level with the hyena's fat meat, and just the sight of the boy's muzzle so close to his crotch made Vito's cock pulse with excitement. The jackal's enthusiasm was catching - Vito couldn't even remember the last time he'd been this hard just out of anticipation.

Tanner leaned hesitantly forward and nuzzled Vito's cock, his short bristly muzzlefur gently tickling the hyena's shaft.

Vito let out a soft, shuddering breath. "That's a good boy. You're doing fine."

Tanner grunted, leaning forward to nuzzle Vito's throbbing member a bit harder. He rubbed his muzzle up and down they hyena's aching shaft, reaching up to plant his paws on the front of Vito's hips.

"Use your tongue now, Tanner," Vito whispered. He clenched his big meaty fists at his side. His heart was absolutely pounding.

Tanner glanced up at him, and then half-closed his eyes and leaned forward. He slurped Vito's fat shaft, with long, unhurried licks. Vito was hard as a stone, but Tanner's tongue was firm enough to push his cock back against his belly.

Vito let out a little hiss, through his teeth. "That's it. Doing fine."

Tanner pulled his muzzle back, cocked his head, and looked up at Vito. His eyes seemed darker now, more confident. He looked back down and leaned in hard, angling his muzzle lower and slurping at Vito's balls. As he did, he reached up and circled his fingers around the hyena's fat shaft.

Vito shivered, arching his back and gritting his teeth. "Niiice," he whispered. "Are you sure you haven't done this before, kid?" he gasped.

Tanner sighed happily, looking up and smiling his beautiful country-boy smile at Vito, though this time he was tenderly nuzzling Vito's hot, full ballsac. The combination made the hyena shiver, a clear drop of precum appearing in his cockslit and rolling lazily down his head. "I'm just doin' what you did," the jackal cooed smoothly. He squeezed Vito's fat shaft with surprising strength, sliding his fingers over the slick, spit-soaked skin. Vito was so hard that the slightest lateral pressure on his cock was almost painful.

Tanner noticed that the hyena was leaking, and reached up to rub his thumb over his cockslit.

Vito grit his teeth and hissed. "Mmm, I don't think I did that, Tanner," he grunted, shivering. Sharp little bolts of pleasure shot up his spine.

Tanner smiled lopsidedly up at him. "You should be happy I watch a lot of porn, then." He winked.

Vito stared down at him. He really wanted this boy more than anything in the world right now.

"Go ahead and suck on the head now, Tanner," he said, softly. He strained to keep his voice even, but even to himself his voice sounded as gritty as kitty litter.

"Yessir," Tanner whispered, and lifted himself further up on his knees, tugging hard on Vito's member. He squeezed his meat and angled it a few degrees forward, craning his neck and closing his muzzle around Vito's cockhead. He moved swiftly and smoothly, without hesitation, and in half a moment Vito had his thick cockhead gently enveloped inside a warm, wet jackal muzzle.

The hyena rumbled, arching his back and shivering. "Awww yeeaaahhah," he hissed. "I made the right call. The cops would be having way less fun with you."

Tanner made a faint, high-pitched noise of pleasure, half-closing his eyes and snorting loudly. He began sucking on Vito's cockhead, rotating his muzzle around Vito's meat and slurping eagerly with his entire tongue.

_"Yeahhhhh_boy, that feels...feels so damn good..." Vito reached up and steadied the boy's head with his thick hands. The friction was amazing but the jackal's muzzle was so warm and inviting that it was enough for Vito. Besides, he didn't want to cum too fast, and he could feel his heavy balls already starting to tighten. "Just...just kinda suck. No need to squirm around like that."

Rumbling his acceptance, Tanner reached up and curled his thin fingers around Vito's shaft, gripping him with surprising hardness. He pumped the hyena's fat meat, running his thumb roughly up and down Vito's member, leaning forward with blissfully closed eyes and pursing his lips around the hyena's cockridge.

"Mmmm_mmmmm_mmmmm," Vito rumbled. He arched his back and shivered again. The teenager had taken to his cock like a fish to water. He couldn't get enough of it.

Tanner swallowed hard, and worked his jaw open a little further, sliding half an inch down Vito's cock, and then half an inch more.

Vito grit his teeth and clenched. "Easy now, boy," he said. "Don't take too much." The warmness enveloping his cock was impossible to ignore. He felt his balls start to twitch again.

Tanner swallowed again, opened his jaw a little further, and started to descend once more. The jackal removed his hand and worked his tongue down Vito's shaft, reaching almost to Vito's balls and soaking him with hot wet saliva. Growling softly, Tanner opened his eyes defiantly, starting up at Vito with angry, furrowed eyebrows.

Vito stared down at him with wide eyes, grit his teeth, and felt himself twitching again.

"Off! Off!" he cried. He bucked his hips backward, staggering back a few steps. His cock popped free from the jackal's muzzle and waved back and forth like an arrow in a target.

Wide-eyed, Tanner stared at him. His jaw hung open and his cock was drooling onto the weight mats. As Vito watched him, a thin streamer of drool escaped his narrow muzzle. He reached up and absent-mindedly wiped it away. "Wh-wh-what's the matter?" he whispered.

Vito swallowed. "Sorry. I was about to cum." He cleared his throat.

Tanner stared at him, disbelieving for a moment, and then it was like all traces of his hesitance blew away in the wind. He grinned wolfishly. "Really?" he all-but demanded.

Vito didn't like the look in the kid's eyes. Abruptly, he remembered he wasn't the only vicious predator in the room.

Vito nodded. He grunted, embarrassed, and stared at the kid for a moment. "S'been awhile," he offered, lamely.

Tanner stared at him, still on his knees, grinning that insufferable country smile. He cocked his head after a moment. "Turn around," he said. "There's somethin' else I want to return the favor on." He licked his teeth.

Vito blinked at him. "Uhhh," he responded. "Are you sure about that? You don't have to just because I did it."

Tanner nodded, slowly and deliberately. "I'm sure there's nothin' to worry aobut. You're clean, too, ain'tcha, Mr. Vito?"

Vito frowned.

Tanner grinned. "C'mon. When the hell else am I gonna get a chance at a pretty spotted ass like yours?"

Vito stared at him, searching his face, and saw only a sincere redneck who sincerely wanted to stick his tongue in his ass. He shrugged. "All right, kid. It's your tongue." He stepped away from his position, walked to the back of the bench rack, and leaned slightly forward, putting his hands on the bench bar. "Gimmie your best shot."

Tanner appeared behind him in a moment, growling softly, his tail lashing back and forth predatorially.

"Now, go easy and go slow, okay?" Vito told him. "This doesn't have to be like it is in the moviee_eeeennnggghhh!"_ He arched his back and gasped as Tanner thrust his muzzle under his tail like he was looking for buried treasure.

The jackal grabbed Vito's hips and dug his claws in, giving Vito a wet, meaty slurp from his taint to his tailbase. Vito clenched his asshole and started to squirm.

"Dammit, Tanner, go slow!" he gasped , but if he was really being honest with himself the aggression was turning him on.

Behind him, Tanner snorted in irritation, paused a moment, and lined up his muzzle again. His cold nose lined up with Vito's tailbase again, making him shiver, and then it was a few more moments before he did anything else.

When he finally did act, Tanner's wide, long tongue made contact just behind Vito's balls, anchoring in place and soaking him to the skin with hot saliva. The tongue drew slowly backward, firmly and deliberately, dragging back over Vito's asshole with tantalizing slowness.

"Nnnnn...nnnggghhhhhh," Vito groaned. A dull roar of pleasure filled his entrance and coursed slowly up his spine. "Th-that's it, Tanner," he grunted, shivering all along his body. He tightened his grip on the bench bar, taking a series of fast, shallow breaths.

Tanner licked him again, just as slowly, and Vito lifted himself up onto the fat balls of his feet, tensing all the large muscles in his body. His thick legs shivered, and the bench bar rattled momentarily in its bracket.

The jackal paws on his hips tightened, and Vito felt the sharp pinpricks of claws in his flesh. The kid started pulling his ass backwards. He wanted more.

Vito wanted to fight, but the jackal was pulling him backwards with quite a bit of force, and it felt so good to just let him. He kept his hands where they were and let Tanner pull his hips back, and as he did he involuntarily bent slowly forward, opening his asscheeks up and giving the jackal yet-greater access.

Tanner slurped at him again, with tantalizing slowness once more, and Vito shivered as the boy's tonguetip dragged slowly over his asshole. He closed his eyes and shivered, his cock so hard now it was almost painful.

The jackal held him like this for several more long, slow strokes, and then his muzzle slowly left the underside of Vito's tail.

Vito took a deep breath, held it, and let out a long, exhausted sigh.

Tanner cleared his throat. "How was that, Mr. Vito?" he asked, quietly.

Vito turned to stare at him. Tanner grinned incorrigibly back.

Vito stayed where he was, bent over the bench bar. He didn't really want to move.

What he _really_wanted was for Tanner to stand up and finish what he started.

He thought about that and frowned. Surely this skinny little redneck was not giving him the itch to bottom.

Tanner stood up behind him, right behind him, and the jackal's cock jammed in where his tongue had been, in Vito's incredibly-sensitive nether-regions, digging into the underside of his balls. His cock was long and thick and crowbar-stiff, and it felt so good jamming him in his taint, and it would feel so so good buried deep inside of him.

"I know what_you_ want, Mr. Vito," Tanner whispered huskily behind him.

Vito turned his head and bared his teeth. "Like hell you do, kid. You're _my_fuck-toy, remember?"

Tanner chuckled. "I don't think that matters now, do you, Mr. Vito?" He took a step back, his cock disappearing from underneath Vito's balls, and it left a painful coldness until his hand reappeared there a moment later. He rubbed Vito's asshole with his lean middle finger. "I learned somethin' else about hyenas tonight, Mr. Vito. That bit about them always bottoming...that bit is true, in't it?" He growled, the kid actually _growled_then, and it was so deep and menacing that it was hard to believe it was coming from the skinny jackal.

Vito grunted, squeezing his eyes shut. "Don't believe everything you h-hear, kid." He panted softly, squirming under Tanner's ministrations. His finger felt so good even though he wasn't going in. Why wouldn't he just go in?!

Tanner chuckled. "I think this one is a pretty safe bet." He angled his finger and dug it up into Vito's ass.

The hyena stiffened and grunted, and then before he could stop himself, he let out a series of loud, ear-splitting hunting barks.

Tanner reached up and grabbed the back of the hyena's Mohawk, pulling his head back and holding him steady as he dug his finger up into his ass. "Yeah, I would put money on this one, I think." He dug his finger forward, and he landed right in Vito's prostate, and the hyena felt so good so fast that his knees started to feel weak.

Vito groaned. The kid was taking on a persona right out of a porno. But then again, he was doing a damn good job of it.

"You think there's a condom around here somewhere?" Tanner asked, looking around.

Vito grunted, gasping for a moment as he struggled to find his voice. "In...in the closet. T-top drawer." He shivered as Tanner worked his finger all around Vito's asshole. "You are a fucking monster, you know that, kid?"

Tanner grinned amiably at him, and in a heartbeat he was the sweet country boy again. "Thanks!" he said, brightly, and disappeared, abruptly both letting go of Vito's Mohawk and yanking his finger out of the hyena's ass.

_"Unnfft!"_Vito groaned, twitching, but before he could say anything furious, Tanner was back behind him.

"Dun' worry, I learned this in sex-ed," Tanner grunted, wrenching the condom wrapper open with his teeth. "Prolly shoulda put one on you before I had your dick in my mouth, but..." He grinned. "Ah well, I learned somethin' for next time, I guess." He slipped the condom on effortlessly - it was dark red, which is exactly what Vito would have expected from Tom and Harry - and in half a heartbeat he was back behind Vito. He put one hand on Vito's shoulders and pushed him forward over the bench bar.

Vito turned his head and bared his considerable teeth at the jackal. "I hope you found some lube in there, too."

Tanner stared back at him. Never breaking eye contact, he squirted a blob from a red plastic bottle onto his hands, reached forward, and shoved his first two fingers up into Vito's ass.

Vito grit his teeth and groaned as he felt his asshole being stretched painfully. Damn, had it really been that long? "G-go easy!" he hissed. "S'been awhile!"

Tanner nodded. "Don't worry, Mr. Vito," he said. "I'll take your mind off of it." Vito felt the jackal step forward, felt his quads hot against the back of Vito's legs, and suddenly the jackal was leaning hard over him. Vito adjusted his arms to hold both of their weight. Suddenly Tanner was kissing the back of his neck.

Vito felt himself stiffen. This was an altogether unfamiliar sensation.

Tanner kept at it, roughly massaging his asshole from the inside out, while planting warm wet kisses the back of his neck and nuzzling his mohawk. The sensations seemed to combine inside him, making the fur on his arms raise and his heart pound curiously hard. He shivered blissfully, letting his tongue hang out.

The big hyena squirmed under the bizarrely tender sensations. "Alright," he coughed, arching his back and letting out a shuddering breath. "Get on with it, kid."

Tanner did not lift off of his back, or stop kissing the back of his neck, but he did withdraw his fingers, and a moment later Vito felt a much fatter cockhead lodge itself under his tail.

"Go slow!" he whispered, and this time it was less of an order than a plea.

"Yes sir, Mr. Vito," Tanner whispered into his ear, and then he was pushing forward.

Vito arched his back and planted his feet squarely on the weight mat as the jackal surged forward and filled him. "Nnnnn_nnnnearrrrggghhhhh,"_he grunted, hissing through his teeth, and Tanner's fat cock just kept coming and coming, spreading him open and spearing him helplessly in place.

After what seemed like minutes, the jackal finally hilted inside of him, and Vito felt full and relaxed and subdued. Warm dull sensations of pleasure rolled lazily throughout his body.

Tanner leaned forward against him, shivering so hard his teeth were chattering.

Vito grunted. "Are you okay, kiddo?" he asked, concerned. He opened his eyes and stared at the shuddering jackal.

Tanner growled softly. "This feels so...fucking...good," he grunted. He reached forward and wrapped his arms around Vito's chest, grabbing fistfuls of his fur and holding on like he was afraid of sliding off. "Ss-s-s'better than anything I ever...coulda fukken...imagined." He looked at Vito with wide eyes and swallowed as if in pain.

Vito blinked at him, and chuckled. He felt himself start to blush. "Heh," he said. "You should try it from my end."

Tanner snorted loudly, and leaned in to slurp Vito's cheek.

"Awrrk!" Vito grunted. "GAWD. Are you going to fuck me, kiddo, or should I order a pizza?" He clenched his musclebutt, hard, around Tanner's invading member.

"NRRRGH!" Tanner hissed. He shivered again, letting his tongue loll out, and stared into Vito's eyes. Grinning, he started to slide out, fast, too fast for Vito's liking.

Vito stiffened and arched his back, growling.

Tanner straightened up and pulled nearly all the way out, until the base of his cockhead started to spread Vito's asshole wide again. Vito grit his teeth and dipped his muzzle, hissing. But Tanner didn't pull all the way out. He stopped with half his cockhead still inside Vito, and then pushed back inside.

Vito rolled his shoulders, baring his teeth and hissing. "Stop that!" he demanded.

Tanner groaned behind him. "But it feels so goood!" he protested. He pulled nearly all the way out again, and then buried his cock right back in the squirming hyena.

_"Ngh!"_Vito grunted. "C'mon, kid, you're killin' me!" He dipped his head and let his tongue hang out.

Tanner speared him one more time.

_"EARRRYYPP!"_Vito yelped.

Tanner dug in and stayed where he was. "Okay, okay, I'm in," he said, sighing blissfully. "But damn if insertion isn't the best part."

Arching his back bent over a weight bar with a jackal up his ass, Vito turned his head and let out a series of soft, shrill, threatening hyena laughs.

Tanner watched him, smiled amiably, and leaned in again. He bucked his hips back slowly, and then cautiously leaned them in again. He did this a couple more times, the same way he had originally licked Vito. Slowly. Lazily. Deliberately.

Vito watched him for a moment, trying to keep his guard up, but the thick, dull warmth under his tail gradually began to overcome him. The warmth and slow, gentle friction began to fill him with pleasure, and he relaxed his shoulders and settled in for a slow, lazy fuck.

"That's it, kiddo," he rumbled, turning back around and hanging his head over the weight bench. "Goooooood boy."

Tanner let out a soft sigh. "You're so fukken tight, Mr. Vito," he whispered, almost in wonder.

Vito looked back at the kid with half-closed eyelids and smiled.

Tanner watched him, his eyes darkening with lust again, and began to speed up.

Vito lifted his head and opened his muzzle, his tongue lolling out.

Tanner started to hump him faster, breathing hard, and grunted in frustration.

Vito opened his eyes. "What's the matter?" he asked, flatly.

Tanner growled loudly, his eyebrows furrowed in anger. "I can't get a good rhythm going!" he snapped. "Those fuckers in the movies make it look so easy!"

Vito thought for a moment. Fucking hell. He'd actually forgotten this was Tanner's first time.

He swallowed. "I got an idea. Pull out, okay?"

Tanner's eyes opened wide with concern.

The hyena couldn't help but smile. "Relax. You'll be back in before you know it."

Frowning, Tanner took a step back, and once again Vito squirmed with displeasure as his not-insignificant cock roared out of Vito's ass.

Thirty seconds later, Vito had him laid out, on his back, on the weight bench. Vito had seen a lot of black-backed jackals, but he had never realized that their entire fronts were white and cream. The only color on Tanner's entire front half was the deep gold of his eyes, the black of his nose, and the throbbing red erection that he still wasn't even close to losing.

Staring dubiously up at him, the jackal watched him with skepticism. "Uhhh, are you gonna make me work out?" he asked, slowly.

Vito chuckled. "I guess, kinda." He located the bottle of lube, blasted another two or three squirts onto Tanner's cock, and lifted one meaty hyena leg over the boy.

Enjoying the lithe jackal's wide-eyed astonishment, Vito positioned himself over the kid's fat cock, reached behind himself to line up the jackal's member.

Tanner gasped.

Vito grinned down at him. "Get it now, kid?" He held the kid's cock in place and lowered himself slowly, impaling his own ass on Tanner's ready meat.

"Ohhh shiiiiittt," Tanner groaned, squeezing his eyes shut, all but writhing off the bench underneath him.

Vito grunted, smiling grimly. "Real different sensation, isn't it?" he grunted. "Gets you a lot...deeper...too." He slowly lowered his weight onto the jackal's hips. Tanner speared deep into him, spreading him wide, and he was so hard his cock didn't even feel real. It felt like metal, or glass.

Tanner grit his teeth and hissed furiously. He narrowed his eyes murderously at Vito, arching his back and lifting himself up onto his elbows, and for a moment Vito was actually scared of him. He looked absolutely infuriated.

Vito leaned back a little and rotated himself very gently from side to side.

Tanner hissed again, arching his back, and squirming in such a way that he seemed to be trying to escape.

Vito half-closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations of the squirming jackal's twitching cock, letting his tongue loll out again. "Yeahhhhh, that's better," he groaned. He felt himself return to full hardness as Tanner's cock dug in against his prostate.

Without warning, Tanner reached up and grabbed Vito's cock.

Vito jerked in surprise, snapping his eyes open. "The hell, kid?!"

Growling defiantly up at him, Tanner began to work his cock over again.

Vito stiffened, frowning. "Cut it out, kid. I want to make this last." He shivered, his cock throbbing in Tanner's hand.

Tanner stared up at him, his golden eyes boring into Vito's, and ever-so-slowly -pumped his shaft.

Vito squirmed unhappily, arching his back, and frowned his disapproval.

Tanner reached up with his other hand, stroking the hyena's quad, and after a moment he dug his claws in. The sensation made Vito's fur stand up again.

Tanner leaned up as best he could and grabbed onto Vito's right nipple.

"Jeez, kid," Vito gasped. "Calm down. I'm not g-going anywhere." He leaned back and grabbed the bench behind himself, clamping his meaty paws onto the edges, on either side of Tanner's legs. He squeezed the bench, helping to support his weight, and flexing his chest and arms beautifully, still squirming with his hips in a gentle circular motion.

"That's it," Tanner growled, loudly. His voice was deep and menacing and Vito could feel the boy's cock throbbing deep inside of him. "Show off that fucking chest for me. Flex harder." He pinched Vito's nipple between his fingers and twisted.

"Nrrgh," Vito groaned loudly, letting his eyes slide halfway closed.

Tanner glared at him, gritting his teeth, and dragged his claws down Vito's creamy chest, squeezing his left hand around Vito's fat shaft and dropping his right hand to clamp around the hyena's dangling balls.

Vito flinched, gasping. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't at this point. Tanner was being so aggressive, and he was so hard inside him. Vito did not have a single complaint about the kid's sudden lust-fueled aggression.

Tanner seemed to sense it. "That's it, Vito. Now you're mine. You caught me in the house but I turned the tables on you, didn't I, Vito? Now your_ass is _mine!" He started to pump him, roughly squeezing the ridge of Vito's cockhead. He tugged hard on the hyena's ballsac, rolling it in his fingers. It felt so good.

Half-closing his eyes, Vito let out a loud groan, tilting his muzzle upward and revealing his thick neck. He was putting on a good show for the jackal. He knew it. He wanted to do it. His body was starting to fill with dull waves of pleasure again. He didn't want to cum. He wanted to go on for hours. But all the sensations from the jackal's ministrations felt so good that he couldn't bring himself to stop the boy.

Tanner grunted loudly, baring his teeth to snarl again, and now little bits of foam were actually collecting in the corners of his mouth. "You're my bitch now, aren't you, Vito? Aren't you?" He pumped Vito's cock furiously, working his balls over as hard and as fast as he was jacking the hyena's cock.

Vito let out a strangled moan, and felt his voice creep upward, and he knew he was about to spill out a series of high-pitched laughs, and he wasn't sure he could stop it. His balls were starting to tighten up again, too, almost pulling away from Tanner's squeezing paw.

The kid's hand on Vito's cock was like a blur. He was jacking Vito as swiftly as the hyena took care of himself.

"Tanner, s-stop it," Vito moaned, lifting his head and gasping, though he didn't mean it. He tried to add to the statement but could only manage a grunt, delivered through his teeth as he tilted his muzzle upward, panting through grit teeth. It was like Tanner had hold of the very nerves in his body, and he was using them to send unending blasts of pleasure directly into Vito's body. His cock and ass were like one unending white-hot ball of bliss.

"Give it to me," Tanner ordered, loudly. His hands never slowed down. His stamina was unbelievable.

Vito felt his entire thick body shiver, uncontrollably. He clenched hard on Tanner's iron-stiff cock, gritting his teeth again and dipping his muzzle. "N-no!" he moaned, squeezing the bench and arching his back. "You little bastard!"

"Give it to me!" the jackal demanded, yelling loudly enough that Vito felt the vibrations working up through his chest. "GIVE IT TO ME!"

The waves of pleasure grew into a steep peak, and Vito felt his body taking over for him. Arching his back, Vito threw his head back and spilled out a cascade of howling hunting barks. He howled, at a pitch and volume that was probably audible outside the house, and as he did this he felt his cock come alive and start to blast a musky load of hyena cum all over Tanner's face and chest.

The jackal never stopped pumping him, his paw working furiously over Vito's meat, and the sensation was absolutely mind-blowing. Vito grit his teeth and snarled, spreading his legs as wide as he dared, and as he strained to hold himself up he felt his muscular arms and legs begun to quake, and he felt himself clench around Tanner's invading cock. He was so lost in the feeling of hot liquid hyena gushing out all over the jackal's face that he couldn't possibly control his own body.

Tanner stiffened violently underneath him, and abruptly stopped pumping and just squeezed the base of Vito's cock, and after a few seconds Vito realized the curious squealing noise suddenly present in the room was the jackal he was straddling. The boy arched his back so hard he actually lifted Vito off the bench, and his high-pitched yelp-snarl-howl filled Vito's ears and made him shiver even more. Tanner bucked his hips wildly, shoving yet deeper into him even as he was pinned against the bench, and he clenched his jaw so hard against his hissing exhalation that a few drops of saliva exited his teeth as a fine mist.

Vito's orgasm seemed to last an impossibly-long time, and it took him even longer to gather control of his body. After ten or fifteen seconds his legs stopped shaking, but it was another few seconds before his vision cleared.

Panting, he looked down, trying to get his eyes to focus. He felt dizzy, and he had flaring white spots on the edges of his vision.

When his vision cleared enough to get a good look at Tanner, he gasped.

Tanner stared up at him, panting lazily, his muzzle open and his tongue lolled out to one side. The boy was absolutely _covered_in semen. He looked like he'd caught a water balloon full of it.

Vito swallowed. Maybe it really hadbeen that long. He swallowed, breathing hard, trying to catch his breath, and leaned forward.

Tanner stared up at him, blinking at him in disbelief. "H-holy...shit..." he gasped.

Vito stared at him, and found he could not keep the grin off his face. "Enjoy yourself?"

Tanner grit his teeth. "F-f-f-f-fuuuuhhhccckkkkkkkkkk," he gasped, slowly.

They stayed there for a moment, just breathing and unhurriedly watching each other.

Tanner swallowed, looking down at his cum-spattered white chest, and looked hesitantly up at Vito.

The hyena grimaced. "Sorry. I didn't mean give you a semen shower. You a little freaked out, buddy?"

Tanner shook his head. "No," he said, softly. "No, I'm fine."

Vito frowned. "Because you look a little freaked out."

Tanner frowned lopsidedly. "No, that's not what's..." he sighed. "I'm just...just trying to remember it all. This moment."

Still catching his breath, Vito frowned down at him. "Whassat?" he asked, cocking his head.

Tanner swallowed again, a faint blush creeping into his muzzlefur. "This was so...amazing...I can't imagine anything comparing to this." He swallowed, looking away, now fully blushing. "Not for me. Not for a long time, at least."

Vito blinked at him, and exhaled slowly. "Wow, kid. That's...really deep."

Tanner nodded up at him, his ears folding out to the sides again.

Vito stared down at him, and then chuckled. "Here. Lemme get this one for you." He looked around for his pants, which were mercifully close, and hunched himself down to snatch at the cuff of his jeans.

Tanner bristled as the hyena moved around on top of him. He was starting to soften, but he wasn't quite at the point of slipping out yet, and he squirmed uncomfortably underneath Vito's ass.

The hyena yanked his pants upward, fished his iPhone out of the back pocket, hit the button for the camera, and handed it to the perplexed jackal.

"Wh-wh-whut-" Tanner stammered.

Vito grinned. "Take a picture and send it to yourself. Then you won't have to remember." He straightened up proudly.

Tanner stared at the iPhone in his paws like he'd never seen one before, and then he looked up at Vito with excitement in his eyes.

Vito grinned. "Make sure you get your cum-blasted chest too, huh? That's the part that I want to remember." He smiled sweetly.

Tanner grinned up at him, all teeth. "Flex for me, big hoss," he said.

Grinning, Vito lifted both of his arms and puffed out his chest.

Click.

Tanner took an astonishingly short amount of time in the shower for a jackal who had gone in dripping with musky hyena cum.

He was out in twenty minutes, which for Vito would just have been a warm-up, and he appeared in the living room, stark naked and fluffy, grinning his stupid country-boy grin and making Vito smile lopsidedly just looking at him.

The boy all-but pranced up to Vito in the living room, his tail sweeping cheerfully behind him, and just beamed at him for a moment. "Shower's yours, Mr. Vito," he said. He looked down at the fully-clothed hyena, who was completely dressed except for his boots, and frowned in confusion.

Vito chuckled. "I'm okay, kiddo," he said. "I toweled off. I gotta get going anyway. I got things to do."

Tanner stared at him, eyes wide and astonished. "You're going out? But...you have all that lube up your ass. And you probably have little bits of cum spattered all over you." His eyes widened yet further. "And you're all sweaty and disgusting." His jaw slowly dropped open, staring at Vito's chest, and Vito saw red creep into the boy's chest fur at the same time he saw his bright red cock start to peek upward out of his sheath.

Vito cleared his throat, grinning. "A_hem_."

Tanner jerked and looked up at him. "Holy shit, that is so hot," he whispered.

Vito chuckled. "Great. It'll give you something to fantasize about." He winked. "In the meantime, I have to get to the hardware store and get some wood to cover up this door." He raised an accusatory eyebrow.

Tanner stared back at him for a moment, and then withered before Vito's eyes. The jackal's ears folded all the way back and stayed there. "I feel so bad about that," he whimpered. "I was desperate and excited and so motherfucking horny-" he said, his eyes growing wide and crazy.

Vito held his big hands up. "Relax, kid. I did way worse when I was in the closet and sexually frustrated."

Tanner snorted. "Yeah? Like what?"

Vito grinned. "I broke into my high school locker room and jacked off onto the quarterback's game jersey."

Tanner's jaw dropped open.

Vito chuckled, cocking his head to one side. This kid was good for his ego. "Stole his underwear, too. Still have 'em." He grinned toothily, beaming with pride.

Tanner nodded, slowly. "Wow. Okay," he said. "I guess I didn't realize this was, uh, that common."

Vito nodded. "Right. Tom will probably get off that a neighborhood kid broke into his house because he had such a boner for them. And I bet Harry will be ecstatic for a reason to replace something. He'll probably use the door as an excuse to remodel the whole damn kitchen or something."

Tanner chuckled, and then shook his head in wonder. "This is so cool."

Vito blinked at him. "Pardon?"

The lithe jackal shrugged, reaching for his clothes. "Just...talking like this. About gay stuff. It's all so _normal_for you. It's like, not even a big deal. But when my parents talk about Tom and Harry, the only thing that comes up is the fact that they're gay." He frowned, working his way into his briefs.

Vito thought for a moment, watching the kid hop around, and then let out a slow sigh. "It'll be normal for you, too, Tanner. One day."

The jackal snorted. "Yeah? Not anytime soon."

Vito stared at him. "Are you going away to school? Do the gen-ed thing at your local college, and then go away?"

Tanner glanced up at him as he slipped into his Levis. "Wasn't planning on it."

Vito shrugged. "You might think about it. It's a pretty good place to come out of the closet. And you can get help if you need it. Like, financially."

Tanner chuckled. "We could handle it. I ain't completely white trash, thank you very much."

Vito grinned at him. "Yeah?" he asked. "Are you good for the door you kicked in?"

Tanner stared at him, and then turned pink again. "I, uhh, haven't been able to find a job this summer, and I don't really have anything saved, so I probably don't think I really could-" He awkwardly shuffled into his tanktop, looking everywhere but at Vito.

Vito chuckled. "That's okay, kiddo. I have another form of payment in mind."

Tanner stared at him, his golden eyes wide.

Vito grinned toothily. "Yep. When you get your ass back here to apologize to Tom and Harry for breaking into their house-"

Tanner froze, his eyes widening.

"...they can just take the cost out of your black-and-gold hide." He grinned, crossing his arms and puffing his chest out.

Tanner stared at him, working that out, and his jaw slowly dropped open. "Y-y-you mean...they're going to...they're _both_going to..." The lithe jackal started breathing a little hard, his pink tongue poking out of his muzzle.

Vito nodded, smirking evilly.

Tanner swallowed. "And they're gonna want a skinny little redneck like me?"

Vito frowned, sighing. "You've gotta stop saying that, Tanner. Skinny little rednecks are hot as hell. Everybody is somebody's reason to masturbate."

Tanner thought about that, cocking his head, and let out a slow breath. He nodded slowly, considered for another moment, and looked up again, his brow slightly furrowed. "When that happens...when I'm, uh, making it up to them...will you be here?" He stared hopefully up at the hyena.

Vito stared back at him. What a strange question.

"I, uh, _guess_I will," he said. He swallowed. He hadn't expected that, and the question made him strangely uncomfortable. It was making him blush, too, for some reason, and Vito was extremely unaccustomed to anything making him blush.

Tanner nodded, and grinned, satisfied, and it was like all the confidence had poured back into him. "Great!" he said. "You just tell me when," he said, licking his teeth. He quickly laced up his boots with true country-boy precision, and lifted himself awkwardly to his feet.

They stared at each other for a moment.

"Well, g'bye," Tanner said.

"Seeya around," Vito said, lamely.

Neither of them moved.

In the end it was Tanner who closed the gap, but Vito was ready for him. They met at the muzzle and kissed wetly and messily, pressing together in a mess of paws and muscles and groping, and while the kid was shoving his tongue down Vito's throat the hyena must have dug his claws into every part of the kid's body, with Tanner eagerly returning the favor.

They made out like animals for a solid half-minute before coming up for air.

Tanner only pulled back a few inches, and then dipped his head to muzzlebonk Vito's chest, and they fell into a gentle, relaxed hug.

"Promise me you aren't going to just disappear, okay?" the jackal whispered, resting his chin against the side of Vito's head. "You can't just come into my life and be hotter than I ever dreamed_of and then ditch me. I know that sounds lame, but _please?" He squeezed Vito, digging his muzzle into the hyena's shoulder, and Vito knew even just by the heat coming off of the boy that he must be blushing furiously.

Vito let out a soft sigh. "Relax, kid. You've got my number, and if you're down to fuck, text me, okay?" He grinned. "Consider me your very first fuckbuddy."

Tanner pulled back a few inches, and as Vito expected, the kid was practically crimson. "Thanks, Mr. Vito," he rumbled, grinning. He licked the hyena's nose, his ears tilting back shyly.

Vito chuckled at the sight of the beaming jackal. "Just skip the breaking and entering part next time, huh?"

Tanner smiled, and slowly shook his head. "I'll skip the 'breaking' part. I really kinda liked the 'entering' part." He winked.

Vito snorted and shoved the kid away. "We'll see if you get another chance!" he grunted, chuckling. "You still owe me a fuck, you thieving little bastard."

Tanner reached down and picked up his Earnhardt cap, and stuck it over his ears. "You're welcome to try your luck, Mr. Vito," he said. "Aaaanytime." He stuck his hands in his pockets and headed for the kitchen door.

Grinning, Vito watched him go.

It was another 20 minutes before he noticed his socks were missing.