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It'd been a few weeks since the infamous robbery of Maury's Nut Store and the apparent death of Raccoon. Since Surly, a slim, hard-eyed squirrel with unusual purple-colored fur and a severe attitude problem, had opted to change his loner ways and become a more active participant in helping out the denizens of Liberty Park. Well, in secret, anyway. As he'd told Andie, he had his reputation to consider; despite being less selfish now, he enjoyed the "bad boy" image that he had cultivated around the park.

There we other things, though, that Surly was more... open about. As he awoke from where he'd spent the night, nestled underneath the sheltering branches of a small bush by the creek, he first gave his big ol' balls a scratch, then sat up, a hand groping around the ground next to him, eager for a quick fuck. But all he felt was cold, hard ground. Where was Buddy? He sighed. That dang rat. Probably off with Andie doing... whatever it was goody-two-shoes like them did with their free time. He sighed, bemused that despite changing his ways, he hadn't changed them too much. Well, without Buddy there to satisfy his needs, he was going to have to find someone else.

He stood and stretched, back popping luxuriously and earning a moan and a little bit of a tip peaking from within his furry sheath. God, that felt good. Smacking his lips, he mentally went over his schedule for the day. Fuck, eat, find Andie and see if anything needed doing. maybe fuck her, if she'd let him, although he may as well aspire to walk on the sun, and, if anything needed doing, proceed to step five, eat and fuck. If nothing needed doing, bypass step four entirely and wish Andie good day and then go fuck and eat. Or eat and fuck. Whichever he was in the mood for more. Then hang out with Buddy if he could find him, and then laze about watching the sun set. Yeah, that was Surly's day. And he loved it.

Hearing the sound of the creek bubbling, and feeling a bit thirsty, Surly headed off thattaway. He bent and lapped gently at the cold, clear water, letting the refreshing liquid wash down his throat. Seeing his reflection on the gently flowing surface, he smirked.

"Hi, handsome," he said.

"Hi, yourself," said an all-too-familiar voice from somewhere off to his left. Great...

"Aw, no..." he moaned.

"Oh, yes!"

With a great thrashing of branches that sent leaves scattering every which way, the buff gray-furred squirrel, park hero and all-around idiot Grayson leaped from the concealment of the nearby underbrush to strike what he probably considered an heroic pose, but, to Surly, just looked strained and kind of goofy.

"Olé!" cried Grayson. He said that often, and Surly had never bothered asking him what bullfighting had to do with any of the situations Grayson used it in.

Grayson was a little bigger and buffer than Surly, with a broader, more masculine chest, meatier forearms and a much narrower waist and thinner legs, along with chubbier cheeks and a blunter nose than Surly. And as his name implied, he was very, very gray. Unique among the male squirrels of Liberty Park, he possessed the single largest, fluffiest tail Surly had ever seen. It was Grayson's claim to fame, the thing he insisted made all the females (and a few of the males) go ga-ga. Surly, although he tended to swing that way, was generally unimpressed with the tail. He found Grayson's taut, smooth buttocks and haunches far more appealing.

A small smirk spread across his features. Annoying though he could be, Grayson might make a great lay. And as horny as he was, without Buddy to hand, beggars couldn't be choosers. And ever since his explosive crash into the tree, Grayson had become intensely scatterbrained and frankly kind of stupid and weird, and so the mischievous purple squirrel had no doubt that Grayson's head trauma-induced stupidity and his own natural charisma could combine to make the park hero his for the better part of the morning.

"Hi, Grayson," Surly said.

Grayson sauntered over with that swaggering, semi-arrogant yet carefree walk of his. "Goooooood morning, Surly!" he said cheerfully. "Whatcha doin'?" Upon observing Surly bent over the water, he immediately continued without letting Surly continue. "Aha! Got the same idea as me, huh?" he said. "Come to admire yourself in the water's reflection, eh? Well, mind if I join you? After all, it's just as guys here."

"Uh, sure..." Surly said, moving aside a little as Grayson's big body joined him.

"Oooh! Yeah!" Grayson said, primping and preening as he admired himself in the water. "I don't wanna toot my own horn, but, my, my, my, am I one fine piece of squirrel!"

"Hehe, you're right about that!" Surly agreed, then got an idea. "Say, Grayson, you do much dancin'?"

"Dancing?" Grayson turned and looked at him. "Oh, you mean like, uh, the Fox Trot? The Macarena? Thriller?"

"No, I mean, y'know, exotic dancing..." the purple squirrel said, his voice low and husky.

Grayson shook his head. Surly proceeded to demonstrate. While not as heavy in the upper body as the other squirrel, Surly had one particularly wonderful gift: very wide haunches that allowed him to perform a very slow and seductive dance. He angled his hips to and fro as Grayson watched, chuckling in his gruff and confident way. Grayson's eyes followed those hips with rapt attention, seemingly hypnotized. It was impossible not to notice the other male's package along with those lovely haunches, bouncing and swaying gently with his movements. Surly took great pride in watching Grayson sweat a little.

Another rough chuckle came up from Surly's throat before he looked to Grayson and twirled his finger. "Now show me what you got."

Snapping out of his seeming trance, the gray squirrel leaped up and stood with chest puffed up, hands on his hips. Surly took note of the firm balls between Grayson's thighs and the tip of an erection, no doubt the result of the little dance he'd just performed, beginning to peek free from Grayson's sheath.

"Ho-HO!! I'll show you, all right!" Grayson declared. "Grrrr!" He flexed and preened and turned around in place, shaking his hips as he attempted, with some success, to perform a sexy and enticing dance.

Clumsy and uncoordinated though he was, Surly had to admit Grayson was off to a good start. As coy and disinterested as he may have been acting about it, he still couldn't take his eyes off that hunky gray's body as he posed, flexed and turned around, his fit body swaying and gyrating slowly and sensually. He loved Grayson's hefty balls and sheath and pert ass capped with that big beautiful tail, which, finally Surly was beginning to understand the appeal of. He decided to make his move, damn the consequences, and stepped towards the dancing male.

"Mmm," he said. "Nice. It'll do."

He gruffly pulled Grayson to his body, griiiinding himself agaunst Grayson while locking their grinning muzzles in a kiss. The other male gave a startled, muffled cry and his grin faded instantly, but he didn't pull away. At least, not with much enthusiasm. Both males' cocks slid fully from their sheaths, throbbing hard and hot. Although he was the smaller of the pair, Surly's was naturally the thicker, heftier one, although Grayson was no slouch, either. Those two throbbing meat sticks rubbed and ground against one another as their owners kissed.

"Mmmph!" Grayson said into Surly's mouth before jerking away. "Surly! I..."

"You what?" asked Surly. "Come on," he urged, dark and sultry. "Like you said... it's just guys here."

Grayson bit at his lower lip, feeling uncertain, looking down at the bobbing erection he now sported, then back the way he'd come. In an effort to move things along because he was horny and he had no patience for bi-curious boys who couldn't make up their minds, Surly leaped over and tackled the unprepared bigger male to the ground and kissed him again, then playfully bit his neck.

"Urk!" Grayson yelped. "Vampire! Help! Surly's a vampire!"

"I am not!" Surly said, exasperated, and started to suuuuuckle, kneading over Grayson's chest and torso.

"Unh..." the gray squirrel groaned, squirming and grinning awkwardly. "S-Surly," he stammered, "what... oooh... ooh..."

Grayson grunted and wiggled, his dick hard as a rock although he wasn't sure why. One of his legs started thumping like a dog getting its belly rubbed. Surly suckled on his neck firmly, giving Grayson a hickey under his fur before liiiiicking up under his chin and jawline.

"Hey!" Grayson complained. "You gave me a hickey!" He gasped at the audacity!

Surly bit his neck again before he lustily kissed him, silencing him. He probed his tongue into the other male's muzzle, Grayson mmming as Surly's tongue forced its way into his talkative idiot maw.finding his and sucking on it hotly, while his arms hooked under his back and he grooooound his hips into Grayson's, mashing their aching cocks together, his dark tail wrapping around Grayson's gray pride. Grayson's eyes rolled back as his cock stiffened even further, impossible though it seemed, blood draining from his brain to fill that lovely dick of his as their were ground together, the gray-furred squirrel just groaning lewdly as the hot throbbing meat ground together.

The gray squirrel shuddered, and the feeling of that big, handsome idiot shuddering against his dark, rugged purple body made Surly smirk into the kiss, and he worked Grayson more, slooowly gyrating his own erect cock firmly against Grayson's own heated fuckmeat, mmming and growling before eventually breaking the kiss, licking Grayson's lips before pulling away and admiring his new lover's tall gray body laid out before him. He worked his paws down Grayson's hard torso and under his thighs, hooking them and hiking his legs up as he wedged his cockhead against the gray male's balls and taint.

Grayson protested weakly. "Suh-Surly, wait, aw, awww yeahhh..."

Surly, with his ever gruff disposition, knew what he wanted. "Come on, Grayson," Surly urged him, "I need rescuing. I need a... hero... I need you to save me from blue balls!"

"Surly... take me...!" came the nearly breathless reply.

Resting Grayson's feet on his shoulders, Surly licked along the pads of his feet teasingly as his cock throbbed harder against the bigger squirrel's taint, well underway with throbbing and pulsing to the tune of needy lust. He looked into the idiot's blue eyes, raking his claws down his abdominals with a covetous kneading before he bent forwards and spit lewdly into his open palm, then gripped his cock and slathered his saliva over the fat head of his cock, and then leaned over Grayson's body, Grayson's legs hiked high on his frame, hefting his bulk juuuust right as his cock prodded at the gray male's tailhole.

Surly aimed, feeling his tip kiss Grayson's tight picker, and then he thrust slooowly, working his dick up the big gray's ass with a manly groooan. And with that, it was settled, and the sex commenced. Surly wasn't one for too much foreplay. Keeping a firm grip on Grayson's hip, the virile purple squirrel jackhammered his very thick cock into Grayson's ass over and over, the wet saliva-slickening up his hole with each thrust of his cock, clamining the handsome hero squirrel, both hot and tight, just how Surly liked his bitches.

"UUUHhhnm! DAMN Grayson..." cried Surly. "You sure got a hero's ass on you! Fuuuck! Ride my cock, hero! Save my balls from turnin' blue, you slut!"

Grayson groaned as he felt the hunky purple squirrel's thickness filling his tight entrance, relishing in his utter submission to his former enemy turned friend and now suddenly... lover. "Ohhhh, yes, Surly... I'll save your balls! They're--UNH! They're safe with me! The Hero! The Slutty Hero! Olé!"

Grayson almost blew his wad right then. He'd always secretly lusted after Surly, but been afraid to admit it - to himself, to others. So he'd made a point of very loudly and obviously flirting with Andie and making a show of performing for females in the hopes that his true feelings would never become known.

His lust for the touch of another male had once led him to invite his biggest, loudest male fan, Redline, a small mouse with a very big voice, to suck him off and even fuck him - as long as Redline kept it secret. He had. And that was life for Grayson the Hero of Liberty Park... until his head met a burned out tree stump in a very rough manner and forever altered his world view, making him more emotional and outward about his feelings, leading to this moment. He gritted his teeth and and wiggled his hips, desperate to please Surly, aching for his praise and love just as much as he ached for his cum up his ass, tail twitching within the purple furry confines of Surly's own wrapped 'round it!

He watched the purple-furred squirrel work, fascinated and mad with arousal. "Oh, yeah!" he grunted. "Oh, I'm gonna save you! No blue balls are gonna get you while I'm around! I'll save you from your mad lust!" he yelped. He clung to Surly as he felt the hot, thick cock inside his tight, toned ass, gasping out, "FRENCH TOAST CRUNCH!"

At that, Grayson's idea of a curse word, Surly bust up laughing mid-coitus, and shuddered with gleeful enjoyment as he pulled out in preparation for re-entry. "Aaahahahaaahn... mmmn, Grayson..."

He flexed his lean purple body and massaged his cock as he slowed his thrusting and forced it slooowly back up Grayson's ass, the purple squirrel savoring every blissful moment of intimate lust with this idiot. Every time Grayson wanted to curse but just couldn't made Surly more aroused and attracted to the big lug. His naïveté both irritated and turned him on so fucking much that it drove him near-feral for Grayson. He looked down to him with lidded eyes and pulled back, before pumping his ass again and again and again, taking the hero of Liberty Park as his own bitch for the breeding.

The gray squirrel groaned like a gutter skank as he was bred by the manly purple squirrel, gasping and grunting as he was taken good and proper, his fat dick slapping between our stomachs as he rolled your hips powerfully.

"Surly...! Ohhh, wow, Surly...!"

Laying over him now, atop his hard body and looking those lust-laden blues, Surly reached up behind Grayson's head and slowly pet from his ears back down to his neck scruff, where he gripped in need. Surly's muzzle found his again, adding to the wet smacks of cock against abs and balls against butt. He fucked Grayson heatedly, as the gray-furred male writhed and made him losecontrol. He pounded that tight gray ass o his like it was mating season and it wasn't long before he felt his balls start to warm up, his climax approaching, and it showed on his face in an expression of instinct mixed with passion. Grayson squealed as he was filled so wonderfully, muscles tensing, teeth gritted, eyes squeezed shut, another chorus of "French toast!" burst forth from his trembling lips as the assault against his prostate sent him over the edge, and the pulsing member between the two writhing furry bodies turned into a fire hose, shooting thick, sticky hot jets of virile squirrelcum to splatter across Grayson's stomach and chest and be mashed and squished and smeared between his and Surly's grinding forms.

Surly felt his pride and passion well up, felt Grayson nut and blow that hot load between them. That was the boost he needed and, gripping Grayson's scruff firmly, he felt his ass squeeeeze like a vice over his deeply buried cock. He was shoved over the edge, and, griiiiinding his hips flush to Grayson's ass, filling the other male's flexing ass to the hilt with his meaty cock, the purple squirrel groaned aloud as his cock blew his heavy up Grayson's taut ass, marking him with his seed as he pressed his entire hard body into Grayson's, squelching and smushing Grayson's cum into his own belly fur.

"F-FUUUCK AAAaauauauhhhnn!! Oooooh... shit. That's my fucking hero..." he panted, still spurting little squirts of his love juice into the other squirrel.

"No, Surly, unhhh, you're MY hero..." panted Grayson, and wrapped his strong arms around the other male.

Smirking with a sly tenderness of euphoric, heated afterflow, the virile Surly embraced his Grayson close to him. "Fuck, I think I could get to love you, you fucking idiot."

Grayson blushed deeply. Surly kissed him deeply again, still working his hips against his ass as he finished cumming. Breaking the kiss, Surly sighed a gruff, deep sigh of satisfaction, then patted Grayson's cheek, rolling his hips teasingly a bit, marinating his fat dick in his seep up Grayson's tailhole before sitting up between his legs and letting it slooowly slip wetly from Grayson's ass, cum leaking from the use hole thereafter.

"Welp," said Grayson, hopping up, a little weak-kneed, "I, uh, I gotta go, I promised Redline I'd let him watch me work out..." So saying, he turned to go but Surly grabbed his arm.

"Idiot," Surly said, "wash first."

"Oh!" Grayson said, looking down at his messy self. "Right!"

He turned and with a cry of "CANNONBAAAAALL!" leaped into the creek. He splashed around for a bit, then emerged dripping wet and free of any traces of his romantic encounter with Surly. Even his cock had receded back into its sheath. With a cheerful wave to Surly, he finished drying off and then scampered away. Surly watched him go, then chuckled, rose, and eased his pleasantly aching purple body into the creek to wash the cum off and relax a little. The rest of his day's schedule could wait a bit. He shut his eyes and thought that Grayson was definitely shaping up to be a pretty good fucktoy.

The End.