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The kangaroo looked at the sign taped beside the door. It excitedly proclaimed [i]Yoga lessons![/i] and was hand-written in blue Magic Marker.

Kai was a tall and limber kangaroo with sharply-defined muscles and a good idea of what his limits were. He was a relaxed and polite fellow, always fun to be around and rarely judgmental - but he privately believed yoga to be a feminine pursuit. It was something moms did, not twenty-something gym rats with six-pack abs and big dicks. The reason Kai went through the open door was because he liked what he saw sitting inside.

Each of the side rooms of the gym had the same four walls and lone door. A row of frosted windows gave a distorted look out into the blistering summer day. Yoga mats were arranged in five rows, thirty mats in total - plus one front and center for the yogi. The room's sole occupant smiled at Kai. He was an exceptionally pretty boy with long blonde hair and a natural raccoon mask on his foxy face. On his shirt was the gym's logo; he was an instructor.

Unconsciously, Kai rested on his long tail and displayed his muscular arms by folding them. "Afternoon," he said. "You, uh, teach yoga?"

The foxcoon smiled. "Ain't doin' that right this minute, nah," he said in the most flamboyant southern accent Kai had ever heard. Immediately the kangaroo's interest in the foxcoon grew. "Actually just about to clean up, lessons stopped 'bout half an hour ago. Ya didn't see the yoga pants mama brigade leavin?"

"Actually, yeah, I did," Kai murmured. His mind had been spurred and now he recalled the large number of middle-aged women he had seen on a mass exodus out of the gym. Kai fleetingly remembered more than a few plump asses and fine legs in form-fitting yoga pants. "So, you're not doing it right now, that's fine. I don't wanna do yoga or anything. Not my thing."

The fox strode closer. His big, bushy tail swayed behind him like a counterweight to his hips. "No? Nah, ya don't look like the type." He smiled. "But, I'll tell ya, bein' flexible ain't exactly a bad thing. Never know when ya might need to," he stretched, curled his back with admirable flexibility and then straightened himself out, "get all tangled up."

Kai chuckled. "You sure are pliable. You part ferret or something?"

"Raccoon," he said with a prideful puff of his chest. "Name's Desmond." As Desmond offered a paw, he asked, "An' you, handsome?"

"Handsome," Kai repeated, grinning. He shook Desmond's paw and enveloped it in his own. "I'm Kai. And if you're gonna hit on me, I gotta warn you..." He leaned closer, face suddenly very serious. "I think that's accent's fucking precious."

Desmond cheekily smiled at Kai's sober face. "Innit, though?" He touched Kai's lips, let his fingers drag on them. "Tell ya what, Kai. How's about I lock the door and show ya a few positions? You can join in, if ya wanna."

"Show me," the kangaroo said, not hiding the lust in his voice. He already imagined getting those tight pants off of the foxcoon. His fiercely gay thoughts only intensified when Desmond sauntered past him to lock the door. He stared at the foxcoon's bubble butt and self-consciously touched his own ass. He was quite plump too despite constant exercise. Many men in his life told him he had a very nice ass; he didn't worry much about shedding the weight.

The foxcoon locked the door with his key then walked to the rear of the room. As he passed Kai, he touched the kangaroo's bottom and squeezed a cheek. "Nice behind, sugar," he purred. "Have a seat."

Kai sat in the floor before the foxcoon's yoga mat and stretched his legs out. "Gotta be honest with you, buddy. You're not what I imagine a yogi to look like."

Desmond knelt on his mat, then dropped his bottom on it. Already warmed up from the lessons, he began to stretch and contort at once. Kai did not wonder if Desmond was attempting to be provocative; it would have surprised him more if the foxcoon hadn't behaved lewdly. "Don't go judgin' a book by its cover, I suppose," Desmond cooed. Now he leaned back, left one leg flat and raised its twin. Then he hoisted it even higher with his paw until it was nearly perpendicular to the other. "Mm, y'believe this one's tough for some of the women?"

Kai stared blatantly at Desmond's groin. There was not a male bulge but a female outline in the tight fabric of his white yoga pants. Kai met Desmond's gaze and grinned. "Hey. Is that what I think it is?"

"What? Thi-i-is?" the foxcoon asked as he trailed his fingers over the lines of his vulva. "Just a pussy, ain't ya ever seen one before?"

The kangaroo scooted closer, closed the gap. He leaned over Desmond and shot out a big paw. As he cupped the hot bulk of the fox's mound, he said, "Yeah, but pussies on guys? That's some rare stuff."

"S'pose so," Desmond said. His words had a quiet shudder underneath them. "Ya wanna fuck, hon?"

"Goddamn right, I do." He squeezed Desmond's vulva as if appraising a piece of fruit at a market. Its spongy flesh gave easily but regained its shape immediately. He did not ask but stated, "This is a doggy pussy."

"Su-u-ure is," Desmond tittered. He said with some surprise, [i]"Very[/i] good, by the way. Most folks ain't even sure what it is once they see it bare."

Kai smiled, the expression sly. He kissed Desmond shallowly though the fox licked his lips. "Well-," the foxcoon licked over his open mouth, his teeth. Kai nipped the fox's tongue and huffed. "I've had canine puss-puss before, long time ago though."

"But ya never forget it," Desmond said, winking. Kai loved the deep green shade of his eyes; their shade was like watercolor.

"Fuckin' right. Never forget it. Like riding a bike," the kangaroo remarked with a little laugh.

Desmond smiled winsomely at the kangaroo. His paw rested on Kai's molesting fingers. "Ya know, ya might be eager to get yer prick in my cooter, but I got a little proposition for ya," the southern swish said.

Kai's fingers kneaded Desmond's protruding vulva through the pants. His penis throbbed noticeably in his gym shorts. Were it not for the jockstrap below, a thick stain of precum would have begun soaking through the shorts. "I'm listening, you cute little thing."

The foxcoon sighed. Unlike Kai's guarded penis, his vulva was nude beneath the yoga pants. Vulgar wetness soaked into the fabric where the lips came together. "We-e-ell," he sighed, "ya got a [i]real[/i] nice ass, and I'm bettin' that it's got some good an' sweaty stank goin' on."

Kai uttered a sharp, surprised laugh and blushed. "I guess I do get kinda sweaty, sure. What are you getting at here, foxy?"

Again Desmond looked at Kai with those wet green eyes. "Want yer butthole spit-shined? Oh, I eat a [i]mean[/i] ass, sugar."

Although the proposition embarrassed Kai, the thought of Desmond's long pink tongue loping over his anus left his prick throbbing. Kai nodded, grinned. "Fuck yeah. I want my ass licked." He squeezed on Desmond's mound, groped the whole thing. As the foxcoon shivered, Kai growled, "Man. You got a big, puffy pussy [i]and[/i] you eat ass. You need a sugar daddy?"

Desmond just laughed and said nothing one way or another. Kai pulled back, laid back on the floor and felt silly for not using one of the mats but he didn't want to draw attention to his mistake by scooting onto one. Before he could ask how Desmond wanted to move things along, the foxcoon pulled down his gym shorts. There was no shyness in the way he undressed Kai. [i]And why should there be?[/i] Kai thought.

"Nice jock," the fox tutted. Its waistband was white and patterned with the classic doggy bone; the pouch, taut and sweaty around the kangaroo's cock and balls, was a royal blue shade. Precum oozed through the fabric and pinpointed the glans. "Nice big pecker, too. Gawddamn, yer hung."

"I'm pretty fuckin' big, yeah," Kai chuckled. "And that means a lot coming from someone with such a big cunt between his thighs. You want me to roll over?"

"You just stay right where you are," Desmond said, his voice thick with both reassurance and lust. His paws were soft but insistent as they cupped Kai's balls, hefting them through the cotton pouch of the jockstrap. "I said I was gonna lick yer butthole, but I ain't gonna pass up a set of nuts like this."

"Can't say I blame you," Kai concurred, pride thick in his voice. He folded his arms behind his head. "Go on and lick anything you want, coonfox. Anything at all. I bet that big tongue feels goddamn amazing." Desmond lifted the kangaroo's legs and Kai held them aloft, made himself more available to the foxcoon. "Move me any way you need, hon," he quietly offered.

"Gawd, ya got such a fine ass on ya," the southern sissy cooed. He palmed Kai's balls, nuzzled them through the fabric of the jock. His tongue dragged over the pouch, coaxing its fibers to release some of the musky sweat it contained. He continued up the shape of the kangaroo's penis, the outline plump and obscene, the sight alone causing his vulva to throb. [i]"Real[/i] nice dick and balls. Good stank, too."

Kai's smile was small, coy. He snickered. "I hear my nuts taste even better when they're naked. Just a suggestion there."

The foxcoon grinned. He gave the kangaroo's hefty balls a bounce in the jockstrap. "Betcha they do, but [i]this[/i] is what I'm after." He demonstrated what [i]this[/i] was by brushing the kangaroo's anus with his finger. Then he nuzzled into the marsupial's taint, smelled him, licked him where his fur was thin and prickly. He dragged his nose down into the tight anal ring and smelled it just once, indulging himself in perverse lust. Then he kissed it, slobbered it, mouthed it with his sticky black jowls.

Softly Kai moaned, his large toes curling and anus tensing up in response to Desmond's love. "Mm-, mhm, yeah," the kangaroo murmured, like someone talking in their sleep. Precum seeped through the jock's fabric. "Ooh, fuck," he spoke through a slow exhale. "This ain't the first ass you've kissed."

"Fuck no, it ain't," Desmond growled as if offended by the notion. He dragged his tongue deep in the crack, over the ring. Kai's sweat and musk was greedily consumed and in its place he left his slobber. It clung into Kai's fur, thick and hot like a syrup. As Desmond went in again to smooch and tongue, the ring winked and seemed to smooch him back. That was when Desmond forced his tongue against its rim and began to push inside. Kai shuddered at being tongue-fucked, his grin huge and toothy.

"Holy fuck, you're unbelievable," Kai marveled, a soft laugh underscoring his words. "You keep making out with my asshole like that and I'm just gonna sit on your face, not fuck you. That feels fucking amazing."

The long, pink strip of Desmond's tongue dragged out of the tender pink muscle of Kai's anal walls. At the same time he snaked a paw underneath his pants and thrust two fingers deep into his swollen mound, digging in until he made his toes curl. He huffed into Kai's ass, "May not have a dick, but I can sure as hell fuck an ass if I gotta."

Desmond attacked the surface with gentler, but no less lurid licks. Kai reached down and held onto his tiring legs by hooking his paws around his knees. He said with a soft chuckle, "God, I'm really torn here. I love getting my ass licked but I wanna fuck that cunt of yours [i]so[/i] bad."

"I know whatcha mean," the foxcoon said between laps. He admired Kai's glinting pink anus for a few moments and then straightened out, but not without some reluctance. He looked at Kai's face over the kangaroo's plump genitals, still obscured by the jockstrap's fabric. "I was gonna tongue yer pecker too, 'specially if ya got yer foreskin. How's about you and me skip that and get to the pussy-plowin?"

Kai smiled. "That sounds like a good idea. And," he peeled down his jockstrap, fat, black and uncircumcised cock springing free, "I fucking love that accent of yours. You're not faking that, are you?"

For a moment Desmond affected a flat, Midwestern drone: "No, I am not faking it." He winked, grinned at Kai's smirk. In his natural voice, he cooed, "Ain't fakin' nothin' for no one. Not the accent or the orgasms." He flopped back and peeled off his yoga pants. They clung to his dark mound like a film, peeling off only when he tugged the pants past his knees.

The kangaroo loomed large over Desmond, his impressive cock dribbling on the floor. His eyes drank in the sight of the boy's plump, wet peach. He said with some wonder, "Christ, that's a fat pussy. You in heat?"

"Nuh-uh," Desmond tutted. "You oughta see it when I am, though." He lay prone for Kai, leggy legs parted and vulva throbbing. Between its black lips was a hint of vibrant pink. A runnel of sticky wetness wept from between the lips as if his vulva were drooling hungrily. "Go o-o-on. Stick it on inside me, sugarpie. Ya ain't gonna hurt me, even with a monster pecker like that one ya got there."

Kai knelt between Desmond's thighs, took hold of his hips, pulled him nearer. A meaty paw gripped his fat cock and he tugged it down, exposing his glans which dribbled precum and emitted a musky scent. "Been way too long since I had pussy like this," he said as he touched his black meat to Desmond's black box.

Entering Desmond was easy. Kai's cock was big but so was Desmond's cunt; their cumulative wetness them made for a very slick coating of natural lubrication. Pushing into Desmond was like entering a sex toy, the fox's vaginal passage so accommodating and hot that it felt like it was made for Kai. The boy crooned for him, pawed at him with paws fore and hind. Kai nipped a foot, licked its pink pad, then nudged it away from his face. He bore down on Desmond, pressing in and putting his snout low enough for lips to lock; the kiss was eager and mutual. Kai's tongue slathered Desmond's maw, his lips smooching jowls thick with his own musk. The flavor was far from unpleasant to Kai, somebody who would have eaten his own ass if it were possible. He smacked and sucked with Desmond, moaning as their tongues tangled up and his member gouged out the deep, pink channel of Desmond's vagina.

Like a dreamer groping at the outside world, Desmond felt over Kai's head, through the red swoosh of hair between his long, pert ears, ears which flitted and laid down as Desmond's paws brushed them. Kai returned the love, a paw running through Desmond's long blonde hair with warmth and envy. Their eyes remained locked, the soulful green of Desmond's peering into the blue, almost slate hues of Kai's eyes. The burly kangaroo's hips moved against those of the foxcoon, his dark meat wedging Desmond open wide with each push.

Kai came to a rest against Desmond for a moment. He huffed with the fox in the sweltering kiss, slobber caking their lips and running down their chins as though they'd both been guzzling water down like thirsty dogs. The foxcoon's paws handled Kai greedily, fondling back muscles, hips, but buttocks especially. As he dug his fingers into the marsupial's round ass, Kai moaned, pulled back from the kiss and gazed down at Desmond while softly panting. His cheeks were red and hot, mouth grinning, lips and chin glinting due to a coating of slobber.

"Fuck me. You're an amazing kisser," the kangaroo effused. "No wonder you're so good at munchin' ass."

"Ain't a lotta difference between the two," Desmond said with a little shrug. He giggled at Kai's grinning face, said to him, "Gawd, yer handsome. And a pretty fuckin' good smoocher yerself."

The kangaroo pecked Desmond's lips. "You're a lot of fun." A nuzzle, another kiss but shallow and sweet. He gyrated smoothly and slowly for several seconds, his cock spitting its lubrication into the fox. "You wanna ride me?" he asked finally.

Desmond giggled. He nodded but said, "Gettin' [i]lazy.[/i] Make me do all the work."

"Oh, shut the fuck up," Kai playfully said. He smooched Desmond and pulled away, pulled out. He shuddered when his cock slipped free of the foxcoon's plump mound. Its black lips were somewhat gaped, offering a slight view into the pink channel of his cunt. "I just figure, hey, it's your cunt - you know how to use it best." He made a point of lying back on one of the yoga mats. His cock stood up straight and proud as if it were the style of a sundial.

Desmond nuzzled into Kai's penis and lapped some of the slippery sheen off of its dark flesh. He smelled where the kangaroo's shaft met his balls and purred, "Ya smell real good, I hope to tell ya. Might make off with yer underwear."

Kai laced his fingers behind his head, his smile wide and impish. Just as the fox climbed over him, brushing that swollen vulva on the head of his penis, Kai cooed, "Take 'em if you want. I think it's a fair trade, jockstrap for some pussy."

"Then don't you mind if I [i]do,"[/i] said Desmond sweetly, and he eyed the discarded, sweat-stained jockstrap. He looked down on Kai now and drank in the chiseled build of the kangaroo, the shocks of red hair in his sweaty armpits, the handsome shape of his snout. "Of course," Desmond murmured, sliding carefully down the length of Kai's penis, "you and me, we can jus' keep on ballin' whenever ya feel like it."

The kangaroo studied Desmond, coyness in his bluish eyes. He licked his lips and brought a paw around to hold the girly fox's hip. Desmond began to ride him slow and smooth. Kai cooed, "Fuckbuddies with a fine fox like you? Not getting any complaints from me, hot stuff."

"Real smooth-talkin' guy, I see," Desmond tutted. [i]"Hot stuff.[/i] Next yer gonna call me doll or angel, ain't ya?" His body rose and fell, the smooth action of a practiced whore, his big black box crushing into Kai's loins at the bottom of every descent. Deep inside, his pussy milked Kai, his falls tugging down the foreskin and baring the tender flesh of the glans to grind against his vaginal walls.

"Damn, that feels fine as fuck," Kai growled, his breathing huffing and firm, balls throbbing and cock twitching. He licked his lips again and gazed hungrily on Desmond's slender body. Even under the staff shirt, the shape of the foxcoon's form was clear and alluring. Girly lines, feminine but obviously male despite the pussy. He felt over Desmond's chest, twiddled a nipple, then greedily added the other paw to the mix and thumbed both nipples. "I'd never call you names like that. Wouldn't even think of it, doll." He smiled and winked.

"Ah-huh, fuck yerself," Desmond chuckled, though he was blushing, huffing too. He squeezed Kai's wrists and marveled at their diameter; they were nearly as thick as his thighs. "Ya know, hold on," he mumbled and then peeled off the shirt. His chest was fluffy and white, pink nipples peeking out of the fuzz like hints of vegetation under snow. "There. Now ya can touch my titties. Bet yer thinkin' I'm a girl."

The kangaroo's paws brushed symmetrical circles over Desmond's chest where breasts would have been. He pushed his palms into the nipples, dragged them around to grind the pink nubs, then slid his grip down around the boy's hips again. "Girl or boy, doesn't matter to me," he sighed warmly. There was a hint of a strain in his voice. "Fu-u-uck, that pussy is milking me. You're great at this, Desmond. You really are."

Desmond rode proudly on Kai, his confidence buoyed by the remarks even though he already knew he was great and then some. He held onto Kai's wrists as if for support and he gyrated as he bounced, slim fox body moving in a manner nearly serpentine. His vaginal muscles worked at Kai mindlessly, snug and slick, body craving the seed which sex coaxed free. He reached back, brushed his paws over Kai's fat scrotum. The simple touch wrung a little sweat from the fur. Desmond brought his tainted fingers back to his lips and indulged himself in a suck.

Kai's grin was sheepish as realization stole over him. "You're gonna suck the sweat out of that jockstrap, aren't you? What a whore." The strain in his voice was worse now. He began to buck up into the foxcoon. Grin turning to a grimace, ears splaying back, Kai huffed, "I'm gonna cum, and I'm gonna do it inside you," he grunted, "unless you don't want me to."

What the kangaroo meant was obvious to Desmond. The fox kept pushing his hips down, made the kangaroo's cock vanish over and over like some vulgar sleight-of-hand magic trick. "Ain't-, ain't gonna get pups in me, can't happen to me," the foxcoon bleated between hungry gasps for air. "Ooh, fuckeroonie, I'm gonna squirt. Gawd."

The kangaroo bucked freely into Desmond with paws latched onto the boy's hips, fingers digging in. Face in a full grimace, cords on his neck standing out from exertion, Kai rammed it into Desmond for the last bit of stimulation he needed, growing vicious to the point that the foxcoon was crying out, squealing to him, his bandit face a mask of ecstasy. Kai's climax hit him like a truck. He fell to the mat with a grunt, Desmond falling with him. Both kangaroo and foxcoon curled their toes as they came. Desmond bit his lip, turned his black jowl a pasty white.

Desmond's climax was wet and slippery but small compared to the many bursts Kai let loose. The size of his balls, Desmond thought in a flurry of wildly hormonal brain activity, wasn't just for show. Kai filled him with a wondrous amount of thick and sloppy seed, so much that the foxcoon expected to look down and see his perfectly smooth belly bloat cartoonishly outwards. He remained smooth and perfect, but inside he was full, and the mess leaked out around the plugging mass of Kai's erection. It rolled down the kangaroo's scrotum like drool over a sleeper's chin first in small, scouting runnels and then in miniature waterfalls, a glaze coating teeming with life covering his balls and drenching the plastic mat before the climax was through.

Desmond draped himself over Kai and needfully kissed the kangaroo who continued to ejaculate. "Gawd-, gawddamn, honey," the fox whispered, his voice awed and even a little bit annoyed.

[i]"Fu-u-uck[/i] me," Kai moaned, sliding his muscular paws around Desmond's back. The spurts came to an end but the twitches continued, his cock shooting blanks a few times before it seemed to realize it had run dry. Now only dribbles ran out of his meat; the smoke after the gunshot. Afterglow enveloping him like a swaddling blanket, Kai nuzzled with Desmond, preened his fuzzy neck for a moment. "That was what I needed. It's been a while since I nutted," he smiled tiredly and smooched the fox, "especially in a big spade like yours."

"Fuck, ya just about drowned my pussy," Desmond scoffed. Then he laughed. It was a little girlish, but good-natured.

Kai smiled and kissed the fox again; Desmond had a kissable face, Kai thought. [i]Thanks for the pussy[/i] he wanted to say, but it sounded silly in his head, like the kind of shit an idiot bro would say. He just closed his eyes and yawned. "Anybody gonna bug us in here?"

"Not unless there's a fire," Desmond helpfully answered, resting flat on Kai's muscular breast. "Can stay here all we want."

The kangaroo nodded. He petted slowly down Desmond's back, savoring the smooth plushness of Desmond's fur. He wanted to keep the fox close for as long as possible. "Then let's just relax. I don't cuddle after sex enough."