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I let my mind wander sometimes. I think that's how your brain copes with things. I don't have what you'd call serious problems. No diseases or anything like that. My parents never hit or neglected me. I have a nice job and good friends. No. I don't have real problems.

But I'm a fox. You might have some idea where this is going. My best friend? He's a fox too. We mess around. It's what guys do. Nothing unusual there, and it's not the point.

His name's Floyd. Editor and camera guy for a smut studio. That's not the point either. Floyd used to date this guy named Lou. I met Lou once. Tagged along with Floyd to see him, slept on his couch, had him in the middle of the night. Nah. Scratch that. He had me. Good lay. Big dick. Nice elk stud. Really fine guy, nice physique.

I think Floyd knows. How couldn't he? He and Lou aren't a thing anymore. Not because of him fucking me. Same reasoning, different guy. And here's where my mind wanders.

I've seen this other guy. Never met him. Floyd'd cut my balls off. This guy's name is Saul Sayerbail. Really cute dancer type. I had him pegged as a stripper at first. Learned the hard way that he isn't - Lou thought that was a pretty valid assumption, though. That was right before he asked me never to speak of him again.

The internet is a powerful tool for the inquisitive mind. Saul popped in a lot of places. Lots of photos of him and links to his routines on his Facebook. I feel like a little bit of a stalker. Not like I'm doing something terribly wrong. He wants people to look at him, so he puts the shit online.

I'd fuck Saul stupid. I love Floyd and respect Lou, but Saul is dynamite. I'm not sorry.

If I ever met Saul in a club, it's a question of how hard, not if. I don't see that happening, though. And with how evasive Lou is, I doubt I could ever sweet talk him into introducing us. I value Floyd's friendship more than I do a twink with a nice ass.

I let my mind wander sometimes.

Desmond fell back into bed and yawned until his jaw popped. None of his friends believed that working at a library could tucker someone out. Desmond in particular earned that disbelief because of how energetic he was. He thought of the indignity for a bit before he squirmed out of his uniform and lay in bed in briefs only.

It was nine o'clock. Typically he'd stay up at least another hour. TV, video games, or maybe something to read on the internet usually occupied his time. Tonight he was just dozy.

All day, every day since he'd perused Saul's online presence, Desmond had experienced some intense thoughts about the skunk. None of Saul's photos were outright lewd but his flexibility did wonders for a lurid mind. Toned legs and a tight ass were simply hallmarks of a dancer. Leave it to a fox to get hot and bothered by contemporary steps.

Just as he was closing his eyes against the glow of his lamp, Desmond lamented the lack of skunks in his life. Everything had to do with those striking colors and luxuriant tails. Great feather boas to wrap around your neck, he thought. It was a practice some of his own partners took to with his own formidable fluff.

And so Desmond drifted off to sleep half-curled in bed and on top of his blankets. Not atypically of someone who spent all of his time around books and consequently in a quiet and boring place which honed the imagination, Desmond could cook up a vivid fuck fantasy if he wanted to. Unconsciously, he was an amazing storyteller just as long as it came to dick. His dreams, though seldom remembered, could feel anchored enough in reality that he awoke many a time with a sticky mess to tend to.

No idea how or why and content with that given his dreaming state, Desmond was beside Saul. Naked. A bed. Fuzzy at the edges with tunnel vision for Saul. Desmond had a good idea what the skunk looked like after all this time. He loved the green eyes, the smirk. Saul had attitude. Maybe it was just his temperance as a dancer, but here, it was everything Desmond knew.

"I heard all this time you've been dying to wrap my legs around your waist," Saul cooed to Desmond as he petted the foxcoon's cheek. His smirk widened. "That's not happening."

What an irreverent dream to deny Desmond the ass he was craving. Instead Desmond's dream Saul pushed him down and dragged the his nose through downy fur, heading crotchward. Desmond's cool black button dragged across Saul's big dick and he snuffled into the balls with a whore moan for the ages. Saul was a fine twink and a total hardbody; well-groomed and well-washed yet possessing that subtle, intoxicating musk inherent to skunks. Desmond couldn't get enough as he sniffed and breathed in the skunk's balls.

Sniffing and snuffling led naturally into lapping and kissing. The fluff was dense but Desmond's lust ran thicker and his tongue dragged through the fur to sample the supple flesh beneath it. Saul shivered to him, grinned wider, petted over Desmond's obediently bobbing head. "Either go higher or lower. Ball sucking doesn't do it for me," he chuckled.

Desmond went lower. Nosing up under Saul's moistened balls, he found his target fast. Harsh laps over the skunk's clenched asshole shook his body and made him moan. That big, pink cock started to swell up fast and it dribbled precum full of musk. "This is why we both took Lou away from that fox. You and me, we're different. We're better," Saul grinned.

No argument there. Desmond loved Floyd - but Floyd was a doormat. Easy to walk on and forget about. Desmond himself had taken advantage of Floyd more times than he could count. What was wanting Saul on top of that? He dragged his tongue up and away from Saul's pucker, over his taint, through the fur on his balls and up the flesh of his penis. It too was musky but not ripe. No part of Saul was, his grooming too careful and self-image too clean to ever smell offensive. Desmond engulfed it fast, gulped on the circumcised flesh and coaxed it to dump its load. Not so soon, not even by far, but the pre came in a thick, steady drip to coat Desmond's tongue.

As Saul's manhood sank into his muzzle and his lips pressed against the twink's groin, so did Desmond's paws roam the skunk's chest. He found Saul's pert and pink nipples and he tweaked them to which Saul chuckled and closed Desmond's paws in his.

"Yeah, feel me up," Saul hissed, "you want me bad, no shame in that. I bet it turns you on knowing you'd break your best friend's heart to fuck me. Naughty and cruel. I like it."

Desmond pulled up from Saul's cock with a wet, slurping suckle. He wanted to talk and defend himself; but Saul grabbed his head and pushed him back down. There was no excuse for any of it. He gulped hard on Saul, suckled with everything he had on that fat twink cock, and all for his own selfish gratification. Such was the mindset of a fox.

Saul gripped Desmond's ears like handlebars and forced him to bob hard and fast. The suckling suffered for it but it was inconsequential to Saul. He wanted control over Desmond and that was exactly what he got. Sloppy drool ran down his cock and soaked his fur. Warm canine lips stuck to his flesh and dragged gracelessly just like Desmond's sharp teeth grazed and nicked him to no effect but pleasure.

The skunk huffed and growled. It came to be that when he pulled back on Desmond's head, he bucked up and smacked his balls into the foxcoon's chin. He threaded a paw through Desmond's hair but held fast upon the ear with the other. Using this cruel new grip on Desmond, he fucked the twink's face harder than ever. "Your buddy Floyd never fucks you like this, he's a bottom bitch like you are," Saul said with a malicious grin. "I know what a fox needs - a hard dick in him. Good and rough," he shuddered.

The wet suckle and slap of Saul's facefucking filled whatever little void they were in. The bed creaked under Saul's energetic bucking. Desmond's jaws ached but his cock throbbed luridly. Everything about the situation was perfect, and Saul was absolutely right. Floyd never fucked Desmond like a dog. It was always considerate when it happened at all. Saul was doing it like it needed to be done.

Suddenly Saul grunted and huffed. He held Desmond's face flush to his crotch and he dumped his mess down that eager neck. Saul's production was neither overzealous or an unsatisfying sample. It was in fact a perfect load to guzzle down.

When his climax was through, Saul cast off Desmond and left the foxcoon gasping and huffing. Desmond was down on his paws and knees over top of Saul, peering down at that still-swollen cock and watching it drool what remained of its climax. "Gawd... You're just so perfect," Desmond shuddered as he crawled over Saul and kissed his lips. Maybe the real Saul might not have humored a kiss but this idealized, dominating twink kissed back so hard that Desmond thought of the facefucking all over again.

Nothing Desmond could think of could have made that moment better. Saul's tongue traced his teeth, wrestled his own tongue, flicked across his ribbed palate. The skunk's paws held firmly on his ass where they kneaded the cheeks. Suddenly Saul gripped them and held them apart and Desmond shivered at the feeling of chill air on his vulnerable asshole.

Something new was present. It was a familiar, warm touch. Desmond had only been with him once but he knew Lou's strong hands when he felt them. The elk stud had knelt on the bed behind Desmond and Saul. One masculine hand caressed the tod's ass between the lines Saul presented, for where Saul held the cheeks apart, Lou rubbed between them with a firm touch. Down in the warmth of Desmond's ass crack, against the twink's pucker and across his taint - this was all Lou's claim.

"I kept telling you Saul was bad news," Lou tutted, earning no reaction from Saul. He licked two fingers and suckled them a moment before he pressed their tips to Desmond's asshole and started to work them in. Knuckle-deep in one go they went and all because Desmond's behind was ever well-trained. Helping matters was Lou's well-meaning but lusting temperament and the unreality of the situation, this final point lost on Desmond.

Lou pumped Desmond's ass slow and deep with his fingers. He twisted them this way and that as he worked. Often he spread them but gently, and his free hand clutched the base of Desmond's tail and stroked upwards through the fluff, loosening shed strands of fur from its mane. "I already had you once. Wasn't enough, was it?" he chuckled.

Desmond couldn't answer. Saul held him in the kiss and he just kept deepening it, licking as far back as he could in Desmond's maw. With Lou's fingers in the foxcoon's ass, he no longer needed to hold those ass cheeks but he did just that for his own sake. Desmond had a fine ass, not quite a dancer's ass but a well-exercised one. It demanded and received molestation.

The elk stud's fingers twisted and then curled in Desmond's tight ass. Against Desmond's prostate he rubbed, beckoning against it with the pads of his fingers and ever with a tight grin on his face. Down between his thighs stirred his fat, pink cock, peaking at a measured ten inches and of no small girth. It had challenged Desmond's tight ass once before. The way it throbbed and dribbled now promised another go.

Now Lou drove his fingers harshly inside, ignoring the prostate in favor of raw depth. His hand pushed hard into Desmond every time his digits bottomed out. The sum total of such a hard fingering made Desmond moan hotly and grind his swollen, uncut cock against Saul's roughly. Pre drooled from both twinks and matted down plush white fur on both slim bodies. The kiss remained Saul's dominion just as Desmond's asshole remained Lou's plaything.

All at once Lou tugged the fingers back, leaving a subtly loosened pucker in their wake. "Floyd is gonna be so upset," Lou said. Immediately he buried his snout in Desmond's ass cheeks which Saul at last unhanded to rub and squeeze the twink's shoulders. Lou's lips crushed against the foxcoon's asshole, his tongue molesting that freshly-fingered pucker in an all too possessive way. Great, hungry laps made the nerve endings sing and the ring clench. Lou didn't want just the surface, no, he wanted Desmond in every way possible. He wriggled his tongue past Desmond's tail hole with a little effort, briskly teased the flesh within and pulled it back fast. Now he peppered the rim with a few kisses, and he nipped the taint with his flat teeth.

Just as Lou's superb rimjob was tapering off, Saul released Desmond from the kiss. The skunk nipped his foxcoon fuckthing on the nose and grinned tightly at him. "Both of us at once, really? Your best friend's ex and the one person he'd kill given the chance? You're a piece of work."

Desmond huffed and grumbled, flushed and flustered. Lou notched his cock between the foxcoon's ass cheeks, wrapped an arm around his middle and pulled him up close. Taller and much more masculine, Lou eclipsed Desmond. He leaned over the foxcoon's shoulder and the twink turned his head to meet the stud halfway. What came next was a quick kiss as Lou ground his swollen flesh into Desmond's rear. "You're bad, yeah, but look at Saul... If I blamed you, I'd be blaming myself too," he whispered into an ear. One strong hand closed around Desmond's penis, its size comparatively small against such members as Lou's and Saul's. Just the same he masturbated Desmond as he ground into that fine vulpine ass crack.

Saul folded his arms behind his head and watched Lou go at the twink with a smirk. Desmond wanted to avoid the skunk's eyes but they transfixed him. The gaze was accusatory, the intent behind them blatantly evil. What Desmond hated most of all was how hot that made him.

The naughty foxcoon pressed back against Lou, panting as that fat blunt cock ground across his wetted pucker broadside. His own meat drooled its slippery pre into the deer's hand constantly which made for good lubrication as the handjob went on but Desmond distinctly felt as though that wouldn't be enough to get him off. Somehow he knew it was unquestionably true, even though the fact that this impossible scene was clearly unreal and he couldn't tell that much.

"Ooh, Christ, fuck me," Desmond whimpered to Lou.

"You need it, huh?" Lou asked. He nipped Desmond's neck once, twice. "Gotta have it again, is that so?"

"Oh, yeah," Desmond bleated. "Please."

"I can't say no to a needy fox," Lou lowly chuckled. But where Desmond expected and hoped for a doggy-style bitch breeding, Lou pried himself away and fell onto the bed beside Saul. There he lay with his arms behind his head and his hard chest on proud display, a sight as impressive as his rack but equally less enticing than his proud cock.

There was no question of just what to do here. Desmond straddled Lou, took hold of the deer's fat slab of meat and notched it between his cheeks for a second time. In a move practiced on so many cocks both real and silicone, Desmond lowered himself on his toned legs until the tip kissed against his readied pucker. He sighed and pre-emptively curled his toes before he pushed down. The entry was tough thanks to Lou being no small fry, but to a faggot fox like Desmond it was anal bliss. He sank lower and lower on Lou's dense meat, huffing and wincing along the way but never finding himself deterred. As his taut butt came to rest on Lou's hips, he sighed in relief and satisfaction, the latter even more so as Lou chose then to wrap his hand around Desmond's shaft again.

Desmond hated to ignore Saul, but Lou was everything to him in that moment. As he peered down into those calm brown eyes, he saw exactly what he thought Floyd must have seen in them; and when he glanced aside at Saul with his slim lines and perpetually impish smile, he had no doubt in his mind that the skunk could wedge any couple apart. That chasing Saul even in fantasy could wreck what Desmond had with Floyd weighed heavily on his mind yet that was part of the tug and the allure.

Black paws with pink pads roamed Lou's chest as the owner of them sat pretty and rode rough on the elk's thick manhood. Desmond traced into creases of muscle with his blunt claws. Lou in return jerked hard on Desmond's small, uncircumcised cock and simultaneously pulled him down by the back of the neck. Lou pushed his lips into Desmond's for a kiss no less raw and possessive than what Saul had put him through and Desmond was no less the receptive bitch to it. As Lou's broad cervine tongue swabbed his mouth and beat down his own more flat tongue, Desmond whined. It wasn't just the kiss or the penetration that affected him, it was everything. The experience was a perfect and terrifying trip inside his own head.

Still Desmond molested Lou's hard chest but Saul didn't care for the foxcoon's inattentiveness one bit. He reached for the paw closest to him and commandeered it when he placed it on his cock, his erection having never waned from the blowjob. He was less hung than Lou yet that was meaningless - Lou was exceptionally large. Saul's meat filled out Desmond's soft paw as it had his mouth and the fox stroked it hard and slow with his leftover drool making for ample lube.

Both of Lou's strong hands stroked down Desmond's chest. He savored the twink's trim lines and dense fur in an affectionate manner. Going by Saul's appearance, Lou was most easily swayed by the pretty boys. His mitts drifted around Desmond's flanks, down to his hips, and finally beneath his lush tail before clutching both fine ass cheeks, and Lou's grip there was anything but decorative. He used his new leverage over the small twink to bounce him faster, though he didn't do all the work himself - he merely suggested that Desmond ramp it up.

That was just what Desmond did. In fact, he would have done anything for Lou and Saul. They were stuck in his craw, both of them. With a sudden growl of possessiveness he suckled into the kiss and pounded his ass down on the deer's hips. Lou surprisingly deferred and chose that moment to run his fingers down through Desmond's silky hair. That had been part of their tryst the first and last time they'd met. Lou had loved his hair.

Urgency drove Saul to buck up into Desmond's paw and he was satisfied with that for the moment. By cuddling into Lou's flank, biting his neck and palming his chest as Desmond absently did with one paw, Saul made it clear that even here, Lou was his. He had taken him from one fox; but sharing him with another was fine so long as the boy paid his dues.

Of course, a second-rate handjob even after a first-rate blowjob wasn't enough from the moment Lou got his cock up Desmond's ass. Desmond and Saul both knew it, but neither Lou or the foxcoon were about to just stop and Saul couldn't blame Desmond. That fine elk was a dreamy stud in more ways than one and Desmond was just doing what came naturally. As Saul nudged away Desmond's paw and sat up, so was he.

Reminiscent of how Lou had so subtly teased Desmond from behind, Saul gripped his fellow twink by the hips and slowly, awkwardly halted his bouncing nearly at the apex of his ride. Lou's cock was wedged into Desmond only with the tip and a couple inches to follow and that tight, pink entrance of Desmond's was about as full as it could possibly be.

The foxcoon was of course most aware of that; and as Saul braced his cock and pressed it broadside to Lou's shaft and threateningly against Desmond's pucker, the twink broke out of the kiss with a gasp. Even in a dream, albeit one he was unaware of, Desmond couldn't fathom two well-hung boys at the same time.

Lou held Desmond around the shoulders and peppered his muzzle with kisses. Saul grinned down wickedly at the back of the twink's head as he pressed forward and he slowly but determinedly wrenched Desmond's asshole into an oblong shape. Desmond whined and showed his teeth. His eyes rolled back before the lids fell over them and he pressed flush to Lou whom shushed and coddled him.

The impossible was soon achieved. Saul had a few good inches in the foxcoon and he gripped Desmond's hips to coax him back. Cocks bottom to bottom with Lou and balls slumped together, Saul was again intimately close to Lou in a way even more devastating to Floyd with Desmond sandwiched between them.

It hurt Desmond to be stretched so wide and raw but it was that thrill of belonging to the handsome men above and below him that kept him hard and receptive. He bucked back and down into Saul and Lou respectively and together they bucked into him with a symmetry too perfect for real life. Despite a little difference in their endowments they synchronized their bucks and ever kept their cocks and balls flush so as to not uncomfortably pull their fuckthing in two directions.

Desmond's tail coiled around Saul's back and wrapped like twine with the skunk's own plush tail fluff. Saul himself sneered over the submissive twink's shoulder and he gave the rim of an ear frequent nips and rarer gnaws just to tease and please. Given his position, Lou was most passive of all but he was still no slouch in giving Desmond the pounding he deserved.

Everything about the moment was wrong, raw, and perfect for Desmond whose eyes at last rolled open and whose cock was dirtying Lou's hard stomach with a bounty of pre. A similar mess of natural lubrication filled his abused anal passage as pre from both Lou and Saul mingled to keep Desmond's anal walls slick and the fucking smooth.

Strong elk hands caressed Desmond's slim chest again, the fingertips tracing modest lines and thumbs tweaking pert pink nipples. Though Saul was more passive with his hands, he made up for his lack of touching when he bit Desmond's ear, trailed the rim with his tongue and hissed possessively down into the cup of it.

Desmond squeaked something soft and overwhelmed as the fucking went on. He hadn't even made coherent words and neither of the men fucking him cared. There was no better outlet for their combined fucking than a fox. That was the only thing they really cared for in Desmond at that moment.

Lou yanked Desmond down again but this time by his hair. Desmond yowled and grimaced as tears welled in the corners of his eyes which was a feat even the dual entry hadn't managed. The elk stifled the cries with another kiss, this one more possessive than the last and it topped even Saul's hungry makeout session. Just then he closed his free hand around Desmond's cock again and he jerked more rudely on the flesh than ever. He tugged it back harshly and bared the flush red glans at the tip completely, and from it came a jet of pre up to Lou's navel.

It was almost unbearable for Desmond who felt like his climax was right on top of him yet something was holding him back. It wasn't Lou with his smooth bucking and hasty jerking; and it wasn't Saul whom nibbled and huffed in and on his flitting ear all while giving it away with a domineering assfucking of his own. Whatever it was that kept his climax at bay, he let it be with no other choice in order to enjoy the rough and raw lovemaking the skunk and the deer had to offer him.

In what was becoming a routine, Lou pulled Desmond down again and away from Saul's nipping teeth. Their lips met for another hard kiss but it was short-lived. Even in the confined space between his stomach and Desmond's as the foxcoon leaned over him, Lou continued to furiously stroke the twink off and his grinds up into that well-worn behind weren't quite through. Into an ear, its fur still damp from Saul, Lou hissed, "I'm close now. You're even better the second time around."

"Ooh, god," Desmond absently panted. "I wanna cum so badly..."

"Not 'till we're done," Saul grinned, hooking his arm around Desmond's neck. It was a gentle, short headlock and all he did with his grip was pull Desmond up to his all fours again, but in spite of wanting Desmond upright, Saul pressed his weight on the foxcoon and lashed his tail free. Saul was simply domineering then as he pounded into Desmond again and again, losing the symmetry with Lou which had kept it all so smooth. Now their shafts rubbed alternately on his tender anal flesh but they throbbed more harshly than ever before. Great squirts of pre coated Desmond's walls, already slicked up and staying that way. The pre served as a promise of what was just around the bend, too.

A content grin spread across Lou's face and his eyes drifted closed. He ground up into Desmond, shuddering and gasping at the apex of every grind. To feel Desmond's walls slowly dragging against the top of his shaft and Saul's stiff cock much more rapidly grinding against the bottom was an interesting mix of sensations and finally it proved to be too much. Lou still groped Desmond's manhood but his other hand had found the twink's flank. As he shot his wad up into Desmond's tight behind to sully abused walls and Saul's pumping cock, he cupped Desmond's armpit and rubbed the twink fondly with a deep and crooning moan.

Desmond himself grimaced at the feeling. Every fiber of his being wanted to climax but he just couldn't. His cock throbbed and drooled into Lou's snug mitt but the feeling was like being blueballed, his orgasm refusing to make its appearance.

Meanwhile Saul rammed it home over and over with a kind of energy available only to twinks and dancers besides. He hissed into the same ear he'd been gnawing on and he bumped his teeth against its edge but he no longer chewed on it. His jaws were set in a constant grin and his breathing was tight and efficient through his nostrils.

Over and over Saul drove his hips into Desmond's ass. His balls swatted into Lou's harmlessly and the elk by then had gone completely still and passive. Stroking Desmond off was all he did now to which the foxcoon writhed and whimpered in longing for his release.

Saul huffed and growled as he put all of his energy into the last few thrusts. He pounded Desmond like a jackhammer and put that fox ass through a serious stress test, but not even a great lay like Saul could hold out forever. He pressed his chest flush to Desmond's back and he ground inward just a few more times. Body quaking, toes curling, spine tingling, Saul shot his load into Desmond with a shuddering grunt. Every rope he had was for Desmond. His balls, recently licked by Desmond and partially drained by the same mouth now emptied completely, thus capping off the fictional fucking with a load in both ends for the foxcoon.

With both of those loads inside of him, something had changed in Desmond. He didn't know how or why but he could finally join them. Wincing and grunting with splayed ears and clenched teeth, Desmond humped into Lou's stroking hand and against the two buried cocks. Saul held fast to Desmond, keeping those twink bodies flush together and he coaxed Desmond to squirt with dirty words and impish rumbles. There were no mentions of Floyd here, no musings of how crushed that fox would be to know Desmond's most craven desires. The skunk was benevolent for this one time only.

Finally Desmond came into Lou's hand with a deep and abiding groan. In the release his asshole clenched with vise-like authority on both spent but erect shafts and his sticky spunk jetted forth to make a zigzagging mess in the deer's downy chest fur.

Desmond shuddered and cooed in his release. As he entered his afterglow Lou petted his chest and gazed very sweetly into his eyes. Again Desmond knew what Floyd had fallen in love with. To temper the moment, Saul nibbled his neck and reached down to tweak his drooling penis.

An evil blare Desmond was all too familiar with pulsed through his head over and over. He opened his eyes against the sound and ended his dream. Half-awake, he batted at his alarm clock until he hit the snooze bar. A moment later he turned the lamp on.

5:02 AM. There was Desmond on top of his sheets, one wrapped like vine around his leg. Slopped out the waistband of his briefs was his flaccid penis near the tail-end of some semen up to his nipples.

Desmond lay in an afterglow daze until the alarm screamed at him again, and all day at the library, he had a lazy smile on his face.