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A quiet night with nothing going on was a blank canvas for Aaron to paint. Aaron was a handsome boomer with tawny fur and blue flesh with dreadlocks on his head. He wore some gold chains, a wife beater and baggy jeans, all of which set the tone for his character: A ghetto stud some six feet tall not counting his long ears. His dirty blue eyes under brows pierced with gold rings were ever on the lookout for a hot slice. His preferred girl whom he was presently readying to decorate with a wedding band was off having a girl's night, but that was fine for Aaron. Sometimes he liked the strange just as much as the steady.

Central park at midnight was a good place to get mugged, raped, or both on a colorful night but Aaron had friends all around whom he could count on. He didn't worry about danger and so rarely encountered or provoked it himself. What he did actively hunt was pussy and he was following the divining rod around benches and trees, once wandering near the pond in which fast food bags and faded rubbers floated.

Tall, taut Aaron put his back to a tree and sighed a plume of steam. He wasn't cold under his plush fur but his nipples stood out under his beater anyway. What do I gotta do for some shorty strange? he thought with a little sneer.

There was a campfire close by and around it was a loose cluster of barely-legals and jailbaits from high school all impossible to distinguish from each other. Aaron shied away from that. He shied away too from the obvious drug deals and wisely kept from even looking that direction as he strolled by.

Aaron smelled rain on the air and heard thunder with his keen ears. It forced his decision to make for home. He thought it a shame to go home empty-handed and dry-dicked just so he could jerk it to some porn, so he decided to chance the storm and take the rambling scenic route around the block and through a few alleyways.

As he passed a wretched-smelling dumpster and padded out of the mouth of an alley, Aaron saw a tight-knit cluster of well-dressed preppies. Seeing them moving in a baseball diamond with their nice khakis and buttoned-down shirts at 11 o'clock at night made Aaron laugh and do a double take. He wondered if they had any idea how far out of their league they were but he decided not to find out. Nobody wanted to get beaten down by a group of college kids.

After watching the preppies pass with a wide berth and a smirk on his face, Aaron scanned the quiet streets more as a people watcher than a pussy hunter, but like a divine prophecy coming true, he saw the slice he'd been seeking framed under a street light and peering at a bus schedule. This fine piece looked like a reject for the preppies with long, blonde hair, wrinkled khaki slacks and a plain white tee instead of a polo shirt.

Of course Aaron realized a second too late that the shorty he had his sights on was a boy. His ass was gifted and round but his snout was masculine no matter how feminine he was in profile. Aaron decided that he didn't mind: some boycunt could be just as fun. "Hey girly-girl," he called across the way with his back against a sleeping storefront. A grin split his lips and bared his teeth.

The twink boy looked over. His long tail, foxy but banded, swayed in what Aaron took to be an idle swish.

"Yeah, you!" Aaron called more sharply. "Wanna step on over?"

Most times, pretty things didn't respond so easily to Aaron. This one was either very naive or very stupid and the two weren't mutually exclusive. He padded across the dozy street and his tail flitted with every other step. Aaron grinned more toothily than ever as he slunk back into the alley, pausing only to turn and beckon the coon-marked fox boy some more.

The fox paused at the mouth of the alley with a black paw on its corner. "You, um," he cutely stammered when he caught sight of Aaron's gleaming eyes in the gloom, "are you selling drugs?"

Aaron's expression leveled out and he thumped his tail on the concrete. "None of that shit here. Shit's bad blood for the 'hood."

The twink crept closer. His eyes adjusted and he easily picked out Aaron whom was leaning on the wall with a coy grin again. "Then what did you want?" the boy asked with a tiny edge to his voice.

"Nothing bad, girly-girl, nothin' bad at all," Aaron cooed. He pushed off the wall and grabbed the foxcoon by the shoulders where he squeezed but not too harshly. The boy could have escaped with the slightest tug away but he blushingly conceded to Aaron and planted those soft, padded mitts on the kangaroo's chest.

"Yeah, see, you and me're after the same shit, girl," Aaron rumbled. A head taller than the fox, he leaned down and nipped the boy's snout. The handsome, long-haired foxcoon gasped.

"Why are you calling me a girl, though?" the foxcoon muttered.

Aaron grinned again and rubbed up under the boy's chin. "'Cause it sho' as fuck looks like one... I may like the pussy with a hunger, but I got nothin' against boys when the pussy's in short supply, yeah?" rumbled the kangaroo.

Cute shades of red glowed on the foxcoon's cheeks and wouldn't soon vanish. Feigning indignity, he huffed, "Call me Desmond, not--, not girl."

A deep chuckle rumbled up in Aaron's chest. He pushed Desmond back against the wall and down to his knees from there. Like he was meant to do so, the boy opened up Aaron's fly without question. "How's about," Aaron murmured as his pants fell to the cement, "I call you whatever the fuck I want, and in exchange, you get some of the big fuckin' cock you foxes always touch dem toes for."

Desmond fondled the bulge in Aaron's boxers. A contrived smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth. "Are you an alpha-male dick to everyone like this?"

"Just the ones I plan to stick it in," Aaron smirked right back. "Feel me the fuck up, shorty, lemme feel them real girly paws on me," he grunted, grinding into Desmond's mitts. It was no surprise at all that his fat cock was already filling out his boxers. What was a surprise was the fact that Desmond hadn't whipped it out yet. Just as Aaron was a playful bully, Desmond was a playful tease. He found the glans of Aaron's meat through the boxers and ground his palm into it like chalking up a pool cue. Aaron huffed through his nostrils.

"Pull those down anytime you want the dick, girly-girl," Aaron huffed. When Desmond rolled his eyes but obliged, Aaron watched the foxcoon's face carefully. Just like the boomer expected, Desmond grinned at what he saw and those foxy eyes quickly went wide in surprise before they narrowed down again. "What do you think of that shit?" he said in a lewd growl.

Desmond had met plenty of studs with small dicks. Aaron's meat was actually in proportion with his body: It was every bit of ten inches long and thick enough to fill out his soft paw. Up along its bottom, as Desmond noticed when he gripped it, were barbells staggered like ladder rungs. "Nice piercings," he purred to the kangaroo. "Hell, nice cock all-around, this thing's fucking meaty."

The twink stroked Aaron with one paw and explored the rest of his groin with the other. Although Aaron's cock was blunt-tipped and inarticulate, his dense balls were over rather than under. Desmond fondled them all the same. What slow stroking Desmond treated Aaron to was soon supplemented when he pressed his lips to the boomer's tip. First he kissed and suckled it to lap up the pre and savor the flavor. In another moment he started to take it deep into his maw where he suckled it and wrapped his tongue around its shaft. The way Desmond's velvet tongue felt made Aaron shudder. He threaded his fingers through Desmond's hair and swiped at the air with his big tail.

"Dat's the shit, boy," Aaron sniggered. He shuddered just after and dragged his tongue over his lips. "She-e-eit, my girl at home could learn somethin' from you."

Desmond pulled back a bit and to the side. Aaron's cock flopped out from between Desmond's sticky jowls and the twink nuzzled into the blue flesh with a chuckling growl. "Your girl?" he teased. "Who's that, another twink?"

"A real girly-girl," Aaron grinned, bumping his groin into Desmond's face. "Real fuckin' wet pussy, not a boycunt like you're about to gimme."

The foxcoon's lips met the tip of Aaron's cock for a wet, firm smooch. He stroked down the kangaroo's strong legs just as reverently, but he asked with a challenging tone, "I'm just gonna give it up, huh?"

"Shit, as if you ain't dyin' for dick up your ass, shorty," Aaron scoffed. "I met foxes before, assfucking's what you live for." Desmond may not have been done with the cock worship but Aaron pulled him up by the shoulders and pressed him back against the wall. Desmond shivered against the cool bricks and pouted out his slim chest to make his shirt taut.

Boy or not, Desmond was a sexy creature. Aaron stroked down over his chest and made a point of flicking his nipples. "Goddamn fine girly-boy, I fuckin' swear," he hissed.

Desmond put his paws over Aaron's and guided the kangaroo to grope and rub harder. "Ah yeah, feel me up," he giggled. "Those fingers are so strong, I love you 'roos."

Aaron chuckled both at the compliment and the twink's behavior. "Get dem fuckin' pants off," he growled right down into an ear. Even as Desmond shuddered and fumbled open his fly, Aaron fondled the boy's middle and crooned, "I want that hot, tight fucking boy-pussy."

"Jesus," Desmond bleated. Down went his pants and his briefs too. Aaron flipped him around and pinned his chest to the wall this time, a reorientation Desmond took with a squeak. Suddenly Aaron had his paws all over Desmond's thick round ass and the twink gasped, "Ooh, fuck, I'm yours!"

"Yeah! Yeah you are," Aaron grunted right up close to Desmond's ears. He pushed his fingers between Desmond's ass cheeks and found that sweet, pink asshole he craved. He rubbed the surface and cracked a wide grin when Desmond started to groan and push back. "That's it, girly, push that fat ass back, show me you gotta have it," he huffed.

Under Aaron's fingertips, Desmond's asshole quivered and winked. Suddenly the teasing stopped. Desmond said nothing, but if he had, Aaron would have cut him off: The kangaroo suddenly packed his fingers into Desmond's mouth and lewdly chuckled, "Get 'em wet, baby."

Desmond's body and by extension Aaron's fingers were clean, yet the kangaroo's brash lewdness made Desmond groan around the fingers. He suckled and slobbered them even when Aaron started to fuck his sweet, pretty face with them. It was a short but intense moment and by the time Aaron pulled his fingers away, they dripped saliva.

"Ye-e-e-ah... Dat's gonna work real nice," Aaron crooned. The fingers were going in, no question about that, but Aaron couldn't help but buck his cock against the twink's round ass just to make him gasp and whine. Desmond did just that.

Riding high on the notion of fucking a tight foxbitch, Aaron packed his fingers up between Desmond's ass cheeks and right into his puckered asshole from there. In the head of the moment, Desmond bit his lip, splayed his ears back and hissed. Aaron grinned wide and pressed his teeth against the rim of the boy's ear. "Fuckin' tight bitch, ain't you, girl?" the boomer growled. "Talk to me, fuckin' talk to me and tell me you like dis shit."

Aaron wasn't gentle at all. He pumped Desmond's tight ass deep and hard with his thick fingers, often spreading them. Desmond's anal walls quivered, his uncut little cock throbbed against the wall and he stood on the tips of his toes. "I fucking love that, ooh," he gasped. "I'm so glad I didn't hang out with those preppy assholes..."

"Aha! You and me both, girly-boy," Aaron snickered. "Goddamn tight, tight-ass pussy on you foxes," he grunted. As he pumped and spread and twisted his fingers, Aaron also ground his shaft against Desmond's thigh. The supple fur on the boy did wonders for him but it was just an appetizer.

"Oh, shi-i-it, you're being too fucking rough with those fingers," Desmond gasped, but he tellingly bucked back and his big, plush tail coiled around Aaron's middle. The boomer found the fluff comfortably warm in the chilly air.

Thunder shook the earth, reminding Aaron that he had meant to beat the rain home. Getting laid in an alley during a storm wasn't the worst way to do things, he figured, but he double-timed his fingers out of Desmond's asshole and took hold of the boy's hips. He took a moment to line up the shot, notching his fat slab of meat between the twink's ass cheeks and up against that pucker which by then was a little gaped. "Damn, I was gonna make you beg for the D," Aaron snickered. "But who am I to keep a wet shorty waitin'?"

Desmond rolled his eyes and huffed. Aaron pushed forward and started to enter him, barring any snide remarks from Desmond. Everything the twink had ever wanted from a thug like Aaron came true when that thick, blue piece of meat opened him up. Desmond's expression changed to one of total bliss and his tongue sagged out of his mouth. His eyes rolled back and his body quivered.

In just a moment, Aaron buried his bone. It being so uniform and specifically made for penetration let him sink it with ease and as he pressed up against Desmond's plush ass, he stroked the boy's flanks and cupped him under his armpits. Down over Desmond and into a flitting, splayed ear, Aaron growled, "Yeah, balls-deep, dat's what you been wantin' all night, ain't it?"

"Yessir," Desmond crooned. He couldn't push his ass back into Aaron hard enough to satisfy his urges but the kangaroo was no slouch. After that quick moment to settle inside of the fox and get a grip, Aaron started to buck against him with slow, harsh thrusts. Every grind was a deliberate one, bottoming out and grinding his meat into Desmond every single time. He loved to feel the fluff of that tail against his balls and such plush, pliable ass cheeks under his hips. That hot, round ass reminded him of his girl.

The thunder quaked the ground again and rattled Desmond and Aaron. "Ah, we're gonna get wet," Desmond huffed. "Fuck me, babe, go for it quick..."

"You ain't made of sugar, ain't gonna melt if you get wet," Aaron smirked, but he bore down on Desmond anyway. What had been a slow and firm grind became something much harder and rougher. With each buck, Aaron pulled Desmond back by his hips and gnawed fondly on his pert ears. He growled into them too, huffed across them, and in general directed all of his nasty nothings right down into them. It all worked beautifully to get Desmond whimpering and gasping. Aaron could feel that tight asshole clenching down hard on him. He stroked around to the twink's loins and grabbed his small cock. His hand eclipsed it and he jerked on it harshly. "Let's see if we can't make you squirt like a fine-ass bitch, shorty..."

It was telling that Desmond didn't even roll his eyes at Aaron that time. Being some tight boycunt for a boomer thug to fuck on the down-low was just fine for a long-haired foxcoon. "Aah, yeah," Desmond huffed, finding it hard to decide whether to buck back into Aaron or to grind into his paw. The kangaroo was taking good care of him either way. "Jerk me good and hard, that feels so fucking good, baby."

"You ain't no bad lay yourself, girl," Aaron cooed. In a lurid grunt he said, "Fffuck," and he pressed down on Desmond hard enough to buckle the boy's knees. "Push that fine round ass on back for me, push that fuckin' ass back," the boomer hissed, repeating it just one more time even as Desmond obliged. He could feel those thick nuts of his growing tight and his cock was spasming. Desmond's tight asshole was too much for one stud to bear, and his grinding became staggered and desperate. His tail was lashing, his paw jerking harder than ever on Desmond whom suddenly gasped and announced that he was cumming.

As Desmond shot his spunk against the wall, Aaron groaned for one simple reason: Desmond was clenching like he'd been donkey punched. Nothing made a fag boy's asshole squeeze down harder than popping a load and Desmond was the textbook example. As he clenched and dumped his wad into the cool air, Desmond gasped to Aaron something inarticulate. He was marble-mouthed with pleasure, but Aaron liked the tone of the noises he was making.

"Yeah, boy, look at that goddamn mess you're makin'," Aaron huffed. By then his own eyes were squinted shut and his loins were quivering. He knew he couldn't have been much further behind Desmond, and just as he was thinking that, he came. Sticky marsupial spunk shot into Desmond like a geyser. It left the foxcoon groaning happily in his afterglow, but it made Aaron gasp and clench his teeth together. He hissed and grunted through them as he bucked into Desmond for the last few strokes he wanted and needed just as his cock became too tender to pleasure anymore. That uncomfortable feeling made his tail twist and curl and his big toes did the latter against the concrete.

"Uuugh, shit," Aaron bleated. His chin fell between Desmond's ears and his arms squeezed tightly around the twink. What cum he'd collected in his palm smeared across the breast of Desmond's mercifully white t-shirt. "Fuck me, dat's what I was fuckin' lookin' for tonight," he effused.

Slowly and deliberately, Desmond panted, ever keeping flush to Aaron. "Me too... And now I gotta get home before it starts to pour."

Aaron grinned slyly and tugged his cock out of Desmond. A quick gush of jizz rolled out of his gaped asshole, down his taint, and over his balls. "I dunno, looks like you could use a quick shower now," he snickered.

Both Aaron and his makeshift girl slipped their pants back on. Desmond made to disappear but Aaron grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back for a quick squeeze on his ass. "Next time I see that fine ass on my turf, I ain't gonna be nearly as gentle with it, you got that?"

Desmond sneered and tugged out of Aaron's grip. "Sounds like a date to me," he winked. "Tell your shorty I said hi."

Desmond would just barely beat the rain home. Aaron got back to his apartment soaked, but with a grin on his face.