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It was not frequently that Taylor acted on his exhibitionist tendencies. But then, it wasn't altogether frequently that he had them.

Under ordinary circumstances he could satisfy himself in his room. With his fennec ears (as well as his adolescent fear of parents walking in), he could masturbate plenty without fear of getting caught. And lord knows Taylor masturbated about as often as a teenage fox could. He did it multiple times a day. In his bedroom, in the bathroom, or at his friend's house or at work. It simply did not matter. And when Taylor masturbated there was one, exactly fantasy which ran through his head every time. Men.

He could only imagine their deep musk, because he hadn't been with any in real life. When he watched shows with toned, muscular men, or when he saw one walking down the street, he was turned on without exception. Then, also without exception, he would jack off. And that sated his insane sex drive for some time. Sometimes it kept his sexuality at bay for a few hours. But every now and then he reached some sort of critical breaking point. Jacking off would buy him a few minutes, if even that. Then he would get desperate to express himself. He needed so badly to explore this part of himself which just didn't get to see the light of day. His solution for times like these was also to masturbate - but in a more meaningful (and much messier) way.

Taylor was only sixteen (almost seventeen), and that marked a pretty big divide. He had been experimenting with his own backdoor practically since the day he realized he had one. That was about eight years ago. It meant that he had, officially, been playing with himself anally for the majority of his life. Sure it was a strange badge to wear with pride, but he wore the hell out of it anyway. At least, in secret he did. He wasn't out to his parents. Nor was he out to his friends. It was only a few of his online buddies he was out to. Their late night conversations had come to mean the world to Taylor. Part of that was because everyone was so open and honest. The best conversations were the sexual ones. Taylor loved when everyone shared some of their sexual exploits. He loved even more (although it happened so rarely) when he could share his own.

But share he did. He told his small online squad about all the makeshift dildos he used. They thought it was hilarious that he legitimately used cucumbers as his primary mode of getting off. But they were cheap enough for a kid to buy and they were exactly the right size. His friends all sympathized with him that he hadn't had any gay experiences yet. They all encouraged him that it would happen when the time was right.

As for now, the time was certainly right - but for a different event entirely. He didn't have access to an actual man. But he had been pent up for a long time by now. He was beyond sexually frustrated. He knew he had to do something about it when his mom called him out on it. She said that he'd been aggressive and especially on edge the past few days. He was getting angry over the smallest things, and he knew that he had been - and he knew there was only one thing to do about it.

He certainly could play with himself in his bedroom. But that was such an elevated level of risk that he just wasn't comfortable with it. He would finger himself on occasion, or sometimes use something really small like a sharpie or something. But there was no way he would ever do some sort of extravagant affair in his parent's house. He just couldn't ever imagine getting caught. Masturbating regularly would be bad enough. He shuddered at the thought of getting caught with a long, thick cucumber wedged deep in his rear.

It was part of why he got so pent up. If he could take care of himself on the regular there was no doubt he would be a significantly happier little kit. But the times he could find to fuck himself were few and far between. The list of requirements bordered on ridiculous. Any given night of taking care of himself included all of the following:

1) A perfectly moonless night, or enough cloud cover to stupefy meteorologists the world over.

2) A late night. A very, very late night. This went along with the next point,

3) No parents. Not a single one.

Of course, he always had two parents. God willing he always would. But he simply didn't cherish the idea of getting caught naked on his bed, with his butt absolutely smothered with lube. Olive oil, of course. Again, easy for a kid to obtain. So to Taylor, getting caught sneaking out of the house was much more preferred. So those circumstances were where, and when, his ass could get the action it so desperately required.

That just left the question of where he could fuck himself, if not in the comfort of his own home. For that, he'd found a small little alcove at a park not far from where he lived. It was a secluded section, a small clearing in a wooded part of the park. He figured that, even if someone ended up walking through the park late at night, there was no way at all they'd find his little retreat. This was evidenced by the little stash he had started to keep there. After a few visits to this spot of his he had gotten tired of sneaking out with his cucumber in hand, and also his olive oil, and also a ratty towel. Plus, he always had to bring the ratty towel back. If he had learned anything from the crime shows his mom often watched, it was that you never kept the murder weapon. So being caught dead with a dirty, oily, and possibly soiled (hey, it happens) towel was as good as getting walked in on itself. For a while he hid that towel in his room, hidden deep in his laundry basket, until the first chance he got to wash his clothes. Along with his contraband.

But it got to be a bit of a messy affair. The more items he had to gather before heading out to fuck himself at the local park, the more opportunity he had to talk himself out of it. Which was something he did a little over half the time, at least. It was messy. It took time. Not only could he get caught sneaking out of the house - but he could get caught at the park itself. Although that last point was a tricky one to address. Depending on Taylor's mood and horniness rating, he may well have been aghast at the thought of getting caught in public like that. But sometimes, and more frequently of late, that risk added to the fantasy in ways impossible to describe. That threat of getting caught tugged between his logic and his sexual urge. In a way, he wanted to get caught. But he knew the park well, he knew his spot was both secluded and really dark. And he knew there was zero, absolutely zero, foot traffic at 2:00 AM. Why on earth would there be?

That is, unless there were other deviants in this neighborhood other than a sex crazed, depraved, frustrated and willing-to-do-anything teen. But that wasn't ever something Taylor exactly considered. He was, after all, only sixteen. And he was locked up in his head all the time, worried about being gay and worried about people finding out. He didn't have the capacity to also worry about other deviants also using that particular spot for equally nefarious things. Not to mention that he was a poster child for adolescents. Sex crazed, awkward, and extremely selfishly minded. Due to no fault of his own (save for age), Taylor tended to live exclusively in Taylor's world. As an example, whenever Taylor needed to fuck himself in the grove at the park by his parent's house, then that's what Taylor needed, and that's what he did. In such moments nothing else tended to exist. Especially missing was caution, and patience, and concern for the social contract. He would strip and fuck himself in a public place as often as he could get away with. The rest of the world be damned to hell.

This all, of course, hinged on the knowledge that he wouldn't ever be caught. Isolated area, extremely late at night, and as far as he knew he was deathly silent the whole time. Then the fantasy of getting caught by a stranger could run rampant, and he had no actual fear. Sometimes he even wanted, desperately wanted, for the fantasy to come true. Part of him must have been serious about it, too. Else, why would he possibly run the risk as often as he did?

But on this particular night Taylor had no concerns at all. It was a self-fuck event like any other. He had his routine down. He had his secret stash of towel and lube at the site, a stash which hadn't been disturbed in all the time he'd been there. Not to mention that he had the experience of years. If he hadn't been caught by now, he wouldn't ever be.

It was that lackadaisical attitude which led him to tonight. Or rather, it led him to stupidly early in the morning. He had his process down to a science. He executed his protocol same as always. He laid his towel in its spot, set his lube in a comfortable distance, and stripped. Before he did he had the same reservations which he always did. What if someone saw him? Did he really want to do this? Then he had the most pressing question of them all: What the hell was wrong with him? Normal people didn't strip naked in the park after midnight and fuck themselves in the rear. So if he wasn't normal, then what the fuck else could he be?

A sex crazed, depraved, and all-encompassingly horny teen. That's what he was. And he knew it, and he sort of liked it. So he never talked himself down when he had questions like he did. Rather, he talked himself up. If someone saw him, then his fantasy would become real. Did he really want to do this? Obviously, otherwise he wouldn't be here. As for the question of something being wrong with him, that one was still up in the air. On one hand, it was behavior which really wasn't socially okay. It wasn't even a little okay. But on the other hand, there wasn't anything inherently wrong with sexuality. And since he couldn't express his sexuality in any other way (save for chats with his friends online, which could only get him so far), then his late night bouts at the park were more than justified.

Not to mention that this night in particular had been a long, long time coming. His group of gay friends online had given him a decent outlet for his budding sexuality. But the unintended consequence was that he didn't satisfy himself physically as often as he wanted to, or as often as he should. Hence his buildup, his frustration. And hence this night. So he asked himself, on the precipice of a horribly depraved sexual act, if he really, really wanted to do this. Did he want to strip naked in the park and expose himself to anyone who happened to come by? He would be in an ultimately compromising situation. He'd have no way to cover for himself in case he was found. And did he really want to run that risk?

As usual, when he reached this point, his answer came to a resounding yes. In fact, that answer had a 100% guarantee. By the time he'd talked himself into coming to his small little grove then his upcoming deed was as good as done. Sometimes it took longer than others. Sometimes he'd dance around his depravity for a long, long time. But still the answer was always yes. This time was no exception, except perhaps that it was more of a yes than ever before. It was nearly immediate. His answer was yes, and then some. While planning for tonight he knew he was overdue. And he knew the time was right, and the night was a beautiful, warm summer night. And again, he knew he had no chance of getting caught. After all, he hadn't been caught in years of doing this. Why would tonight be different at all?

So he stripped. He would never get over that electric thrill which the exhibitionism gave him. It made the debauchery official. It was happening for real, and from this point there was no going back.

He made it easy on himself. Gym shorts and a loose fitting tee. Of course no undies, and he didn't relish walking around barefooted but he left the shoes at home to make his nudity as uncomplicated as possible. For just a moment he considered tossing his clothes far away. There was something extra to be had in the knowledge that after fucking himself, and during his refractory period of inevitable and extreme regret and self-disgust, that he had to walk while naked to collect his clothes, so that he could finally hide his shame. But this time he didn't have the patience for that. Relatedly, he didn't want anything to take away from tonight. He knew he was always vulnerable after cumming, especially after violating himself such as he was about to. There was no doubt that doing something embarrassing like prolonged exposure after cumming would take away from the night.

So he vowed that he would keep his clothes fairly nearby. He just didn't want to deal with anything at all which might distract him once he was done having sex with himself. Anything at all which could prevent him from getting dressed and taking the walk of shame back home, in his perfect solitude and without any other person anywhere nearby in the dead of night - he didn't want any of that. So, while he didn't exactly fold his clothes neatly, he did keep them in a tidy pile. And then Taylor was naked. And his night of being absolutely perfectly alone and by himself could finally begin.

And so Taylor laid down on his towel, naked and perfectly exposed. Although the towel at this point was almost more an element of tradition, opposed to an element of keeping him clean. Ever since he'd started leaving it at this spot, it understandably didn't make its way home to be washed all that often. But that didn't bother Taylor all that much. Of course, some people took tremendous pride in their coats of fur. They had expensive shampoos, which were species formulated, and after each shower those people brushed their fur for hours on end. Such a person would be unlikely to romp around on the ground without a care in the world - it might mess up their fur. But Taylor had none of that. Perhaps it would come with time, but he didn't prioritize a perfectly shiny coat. Which was to say, he didn't clean and shampoo it every day. He did it exactly as often as he needed to. The result of which was a natural looking coat, opposed to a sort of unnatural sheen.

You might have thought that a coat which was a little more dull would help him blend into the darkness a little better than he actually did. But his fur certainly wasn't very dark to begin with (name one example of a fennec fox with black fur), so there was only so much he could do. And had he considered the very nature of, you know, the world - there were certain species to whom darkness just wasn't much of a factor at all. To some, it might have been like Taylor was fucking himself in broad daylight. Or at least, in an environment of dim lighting in which details could still be made out, even if they weren't crystal clear.

And if Taylor was being watched, he would have been a sight for sore eyes. His coat really did have a beautiful, natural quality about it. He brushed enough to avoid mats but no more. So he was just a little bit perpetually unruly, just a little unkempt - and he liked it that way. Helped him feel like a ruffian. Although it did look a little silly on his lithe, twink form. He wasn't of age yet. But the moment he turned eighteen he would surely have boys crawling all over him - and men, too. Although that would only for absolute certain for sure only happen when he turned eighteen. Although he would sure like if his first sexual encounter happened earlier than that. In fact, he couldn't help but think to himself as he slicked his makeshift dildo that maybe tonight could be the night. Maybe tonight he'd get caught, like he so often dreamed he would. Then he slicked his hand with more oil and rubbed it all around his rear, taking good care to slather his hole. And he positioned his oily cucumber to his hole.

Tonight really would be a great night to be caught.

Even though he of course hadn't been caught (and wasn't ever going to be), in his mind he already was. A scene played in his head. Some blank-specied guy had found him. He kept the species blank because every couple of minutes he liked changing him out. Maybe it was a feline who had come to rescue him from his eternal sexual frustration. Taylor imagined those feline barbs rubbing across his tongue, cheek, and throat, as he serviced this happenstance male. In the next instance it was a horse with their legendary length. Then Taylor imagined a fellow canid taking him in the rear. He had long fantasized about being taken by one of their well exposed dicks, with of course their delightful knots. And in his mind it was always a wolf, or perhaps a large breed of dog. Fennec foxes ran small as a rule. Not only in general physicality, with slight forms and small frames - but in the crotch department as well. Not that Taylor considered himself small, but he was maybe more average than anything else. And for his rear he wanted only the best.

So that's what his mind started to give him on this particular occasion. At once he started to push the cucumber inside of him, while also bearing down onto it. It stung when it went in, as it always did. And for a time he wondered why the fuck he would do something like that. He just had to remember that that pain was always temporary, and what followed it was always universally a delight.

He worked his makeshift tool in and out of himself ever so gently. His hole expanded and contracted around the head of this fake dick which was starting to fuck him. But the cucumber had started to become a real dick, because in his mind it was a wolf who was underneath him, starting to take him from below. Then it got easier to have his dildo inside him. Then he could push it deeper in. And he could start to ride it. And with that, his fantasy could deepen ever more.

It had been a long, long, long time since he'd had anything in his rear. And Christ did it feel good.

It didn't take much time at all to start to really get into the act. And oh what a show he'd have been putting on. If anybody happened upon his scene, that is. His hips were thrusting up and down on the cucumber below him. He made a grinding motion with every slide the vegetable made. In and out, in and out - grinding on his prostate all the way. And how lonely his prostate must have been. Each slide and grind was a new electric pulse. He had missed this. He had really, really missed this.

Taylor had been denied this release for so long, too long. That is, he denied himself his own release. He told himself that it took a long time to prepare. He had to walk all the way to the park, he had to clean himself meticulously when he got home. And there was the ever present threat of someone finding him in the act. So he told himself no, time and time again. But this was a time for yeses. And the sensations inside of him felt so damned good that he allowed himself to break one of his cardinal rules, if not his most cardinal rule.

Taylor allowed himself to moan.

Previously, in literally every previous time, Taylor's self-sex was unnervingly quiet. If a movement he made against his makeshift dildo make a squelch sound then Taylor instantly repositioned. If he breath got a little too heavy he took care to slow it down. Above all, he never uttered a sound. He didn't growl or yip or snarl in the pleasure he gave himself. He didn't even moan, although the occasional whimper did get through his otherwise iron defense. But the way he figured, he hadn't ever gotten caught once. The risk was there, of course - but to him that chance was astronomically slim. And fucking that green $.99 cent rod into his rear felt so damned good. So he gave himself the license to make a noise, just a small one. It was only just enough to help manifest the ecstasy that he was starting to feel.

It turned out to be a mistake in the long run, because that one moan turned into quite a few. It felt good to embrace the sensations which were running through him. It felt like vocalizing them made them more real. And the more real it was the better it felt. Taylor tested this with another moan, and it felt just as good as the first. Only, now that moaning was on the table, there was so much new territory to explore. How loud did he dare let his moans become? If he let out a guttural moan how close did it come to a snarl. And could someone snarl in ecstasy and overpowering- why, yes. Yes, you can snarl though something like that. And it felt at least as good as a moan did, or any other sex noise imaginable.

Granted, he never let himself get that loud. He wasn't howling out to the moonless sky like he'd have wanted to. He was just indulging in this particularly rare treat he was giving himself. He was addressing a much needed (and much neglected) part of his self. And it felt damned good. It didn't take long for his fantasies to truly override him. His own noises of sex and pleasure faded into the background. In his mind he was being taken, perhaps not only by one wolf, but maybe he even had a friend. And he'd been caught, like he dreaded and needed, and oh Lord was the sex the best thing in the world.

Indeed, Taylor was so lost in his world, in his public nudity, and in the secret grove where he thought he was safe, that he didn't register a voice from behind him.

"Holy shit."

Taylor did hear the words, but his scenario didn't skip a beat. To him, they were the words of his wildest sexual dreams. 'Holy shit' the stranger in his mind would say. And Taylor would respond with something brazen and slutty. Something he would never say out loud, not even in his wildest dreams. Only, he did say those things out loud. He was deep enough in his scene and he was feeling so good that nothing was off the table. If vocalizing his erotic need with words instead of moans drove him deeper into his desire, then so be it. He needed it. And right now he just didn't fucking care. Damned be the consequences, he was in it. He was releasing the sexual tension of months and months, nearly coming onto a year. So without giving himself a moment to consider his situation or his words, Taylor said,

"I want you to fuck me."

"What."

"I wanted to be found and you did. Please fuck me and make me yours, and let me suck your dick. I'm naked for you and please get naked too. I need it so bad."

Taylor hadn't ever spoken bedroom talk before. He hadn't had a proper bedroom moment to date. But saying what he had, he sure felt like he was good at it. Those were seriously slutty words he'd just said. And for just a moment he was there. He was a true and proper slut. And he was naked, for his stranger to see, and for the world to see, and-

"Yo Devon, get the fuck over here. You gotta check this out."

... what.

... who. Who the fuck was Devon? What was the timbre of that voice? ... what?

Taylor had stopped motioning on top of his cucumber, although it was still lodged about halfway into his ass. He didn't dare move it out or push it further in, because he didn't dare move at all. Nor did he dare to open his eyes, because he didn't want this to happen. Whatever it was that was happening - he didn't want it to be real. Even if a tiny seed within him desperately did.

Although Taylor could keep his eyes tightly shut, as to hide from the world around him - his ears were nowhere near as easy to keep closed. He was no exception to the legendary fennec endowment. Horses had their massive cocks, and canines had their knotted dicks. As for Taylor, and every one of his kin - they had massive, enormous, and well performing radar dishes mounted on their heads. And he tried to stop the mounting dread within him. But his sexual fantasies just couldn't generate this level of realism. And now that he was trying to ignore the signals of sound his ears were giving him, he was actually more aware of them than he ever had been in his life.

He heard distant footsteps as they crushed the soft grass beneath the soles of a pair of shoes. If the second person (Devon, apparently) had been barefooted Taylor wouldn't have been able to make it out at all. But the footsteps were there, and getting closer. Judging from the softness of the ground Taylor didn't have much time at all until not just one person found him, but two. But Taylor knew his senses might well have been off, and besides, there was nothing for it. He'd been found alright. There wasn't any way around that fact now.

As for the first person Taylor was torn. They had a heavy breath about them. Only, it wasn't the heavy breathing of someone who had just climbed a steep hill. This was the heavy breathing you saw in movies or (more likely) saw in porn. There was a husky quality to it which Taylor was impressed he could identify. And he was so sure of it, too. But even if he wasn't completely confident in what his ears were telling him, his sense of smell was able to seal the deal for sure.

Canids universally had impressive sniffers. Some had more acute noses than others. Being a vulpine opposed to a canine, for instance, was part of what gave Taylor his impressive knack for sounds. Although his radar dishes really did help. But even if his species' specialty was sound, he was still a relative to wolves and hounds. And while he still refused to open his eyes, that energy for sight instead went first to his ears, and then his nose. And this first person who had found him certainly sounded like their interest had been piqued (to say the least). But in so many areas of life it really did serve to get a second opinion. Taylor's sense of smell gave that to him, and it served to truly seal the deal.

It was another canine, perhaps a wolf but maybe something else - and he was aroused. It was hard to say exactly how much. And it was hard for Taylor to understand how he knew what arousal even smelled like. It's not like he'd smelled all that many people in heat before. But something in his brain registered in this stranger those facts of biology which he knew so well in himself. In that moment Taylor knew that, if he dared to open his eyes, and if he directed his gaze to this stranger's crotch - there would be a bulge between his legs. If not a full hard-on then at least a partial chub. That made this the closest to a real life dick that Taylor had ever been. That thought had its own form of electricity to it. Maybe it wasn't the same sort of zap which a dildo in his rear had. But it was a powerful zap all the same.

"What in the actual fuck?"

This must be Devon. He had a deeper timbre to his voice, although he didn't sound old. Like he might have been a teenager himself (although probably an older one) whose balls had actually dropped. Taylor was jealous of that voice. He could picture in his mind the body type someone with that voice might have, and Taylor was jealous of that as well. But that wasn't quite it. He wanted that body more than anything else. He wanted to feel it inside him.

Then he remembered the thing which was actually in his ass. It was still halfway there, and it still felt sexy to him. Although it was starting to feel less sexy the more Taylor started to grasp his situation. Then the dildo got a little more uncomfortable than it was pleasurable. So he risked enough movement to raise his torso just enough, and the cucumber slid out. It plopped onto the towel with a dull thud. That thud, as well as the sudden emptiness inside him, brought the fennec fully into the world around him. He had to confront his situation. He wasn't alone. He had been caught.

Taylor came close to opening his eyes then. But still they were closed, because he wasn't ready for this to be real, not yet. Because he had been caught, actually caught, and he was short circuited because of it.

"You seeing this?"

"Fuck yeah I'm seeing this. The fuck is-"

"Kid, what's your name?"

Taylor hadn't just been caught masturbating. But he'd been caught with a cucumber in his ass, while laying naked in a small grove in a public place in the dead of night. He was slight and slim, and vulnerable and exposed to the highest degree. And there were two older kids here too.

"It's, uh. Taylor." His voice was small and exceptionally lame. His ears wilted, which was a funny look on a fennec fox. By responding to the two men the situation really had become more real, so there wasn't any use in hiding any more. Not that keeping his eyes closed did anything on that front anyway. So Taylor opened his eyes, and finally looked on the two guys who had caught him in the act.

He wasn't sure how he had done it, but he had guessed right. They were two kids, older than he was but probably still not old enough to drink. Taylor didn't recognize them, but he immediately got the impression that they might have been seniors in high school, versus Taylor who was a freshman. Or, had been before school let out for summer break. Maybe they were in college, then. Which meant Taylor was about to be taken by two college kids, which was sexy as hell, and oh God what on earth was he thinking? Then Taylor was caught between the danger of his situation, and with his own rampant, adolescent lust. He was afraid of these strangers who were older than he was, and certainly could overpower him with a modicum of effort. But then, he wanted that. Part of him needed it. But the greater part of him knew that that was absurd. But there really wasn't much he could do about any of it. He was here, as were the two wolves. What happened next was exclusively up to them.

"What-" Devon started to say. His fur was stark black. If there was any natural light to be had you got the impression that his fur would absorb that light instead of reflecting it. Devon's fur was like a black hole of light. Whereas Taylor had been spotted with ease, someone like Devon could no doubt walk brazenly all throughout a moonless night without being spotted ever. But Devon couldn't finish his thought because his friend cut him off.

"What are you doing here Taylor?"

"I'm. Uh. Uh."

"It's obvious what he's been doing, fucking-"

"Call him a faggot, Devon, I swear to fucking God call him a faggot. He's one of mine, remember?"

"What, you fuck yourself-"

"So he looks gay. Fuck off. I'm gay. You know that. So don't-"

"Don't lecture me."

"Then don't be a twat."

Then the first wolf who had spotted Taylor, the one who was obviously much more nice, took a small yet respectful step towards Taylor and crouched down. It made him much closer to eye level with the exposed fox below him, and it endeared Taylor to him. Taylor already knew that this wolf's friend, Devon, was a dick. But this first wolf was okay.

Looking at him now, he was more than okay. His coat of fur was a beautiful blond, maybe like the ears on a most quintessential corn. He had white markings on his face, mainly around his muzzle, which were visible even under this near-perfect dark. It made this wolf much more pleasant to look at. And not only did he have a much more kind demeanor, but he had kind eyes as well. They were a sort of a golden hue. Taylor looked into them for just a moment, and already he felt like he could get lost in them. That is, under ordinary circumstances he could. Right now he was a little too vulnerable for something like that. And Taylor knew that calling himself "vulnerable" right now was a drastic, near comical oversimplification. He was vulnerable, alright, and then some. In different company he'd have been in extraordinary trouble, or even danger.

But Taylor didn't feel like he was in danger. He didn't know what he felt.

"It's okay, Taylor." The wolf said. "I'm Alex. It's nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too." Taylor said. And he was amazed. He was naked in the most incredible way, and Alex was treating it like nothing was amiss at all.

"You uh, you doing okay, Taylor?"

"Uh... I'm uh. Uh..."

"It's okay mate. I'm not going to hurt you. Do you need help?"

"Help getting off? Sure. I mean, fuck, I mean-"

Then Taylor foundered, and for good reason. In effect he had just propositioned this perfect stranger. And Taylor didn't just flounder in his words, but he floundered in his entire sense of self. This wasn't who he was. He was desperate, and sex crazed, and depraved and maybe a little crazy in the head - but he didn't proposition strangers in the park. Except that, he had. There was no taking it back. But then, he didn't want to. He was already this deep in, and it seemed like his fantasy might actually become a real thing after all. So he decided to go deeper in. After all, he was already naked, with a lubed up rear, and a used makeshift dildo underneath him. According to his sexual experiences thus far, things didn't get much more deep than that. But by all accounts, it seemed like things were going to.

Whereas Taylor was busy floundering in words and in heart, Alex just laughed. It was a soft laugh, and it wasn't made at Taylor's expense. It was just a laugh.

"You're pretty horny, I take it." He said.

"What tipped you off?" Taylor said.

"Your dick, for starters." He motioned a golden paw to Taylor's crotch. Taylor saw then that, against the dark splotch of coloring his fur had at his groin, and amidst the inordinately dark night - his pink dick really did shine out like a beacon of sorts. Then Alex continued with, "Plus you're naked. And fucking yourself. And you just said you wanted help. That's pretty fucking horny."

"Will you?" It was another proposition. Taylor couldn't believe what had gotten into him. Alex paused for a long while.

"... you're serious?"

"... yeah. I think so."

"You think, or know? Because this is really-"

"I know." Taylor said, cutting Alex off mid sentence. And Taylor did know it. This might very well be his only chance at a gay encounter for a long, long time. And in so many ways it really was like a dream come true. It wasn't just a chance at finally doing gay things, but it was in the context of perhaps his deepest sexual fantasy. It was a dream within a dream. And its name was Alex, the golden-haired wolf.

Alex paused again. He was considering a great many things. But he still smelled aroused, and he was still breathing heavy. Taylor knew what his answer was going to be even before he said it.

"... okay." Alex said. Then his friend interjected.

"WHAT!?"

"Dude." Alex said. But Devon would not be calmed.

"You can't be serious."

"I am. If you don't like it-"

"I don't like it. Fuck, dude. I knew you were gay, but I didn't know-"

"That I'm a faggot? I swear Devon, call me a faggot to my face."

"Well you're doing an awfully faggy thing here."

"That's my choice. You don't like it, leave."

That took the edge right out of Devon's voice. Even his demeanor seemed to welt. It was plain to see who the alpha was between them.

"Come on, man." Devon said.

"You want to stay, then?"

"Well, what about-"

"Later. Something came up. You can wait."

"Man, I-"

"You can watch, or go over there. I'll call you when I'm done, or you can stay and help out. Taylor here looks like he's pretty fucking ready to go. You fancy a blowie?"

"What. The. Actual. Fuck."

"So no blowie?"

"I'm not fucking gay dude!"

"You're just getting your dick sucked, that doesn't have to be gay."

"IT'S A GUY!"

"Suit yourself." Then Alex dismissed it all with a shrug. All it took was a simple shrug. And their conversation was done. The point was settled, and Devon was in his place. Then Alex turned to his new prospective mate.

"So, then." Alex said, speaking to Taylor now. "You ever done this before?"

"I, uhm. Uh. No. You'd be the first."

"Then let's get right to it."

The golden haired wolf was so matter of fact in his speech. And he was matter of fact with his fly as well. Alex unzipped and freed his cock with the most natural of motions. You might have thought that he had sexual encounters in this park day in and day out. He was a regular pro. But then, Taylor was a bit of a pro himself. Not that he had ever done anything with a guy before. But he'd blown plenty of things, as well as taken plenty of things in his rear. He'd been practicing for this. On any other occasion in his life he'd have shied away from it all. He wasn't this comfortable in his sexuality, and he certainly wasn't this depraved. It's just that, tonight was different. Go big or go home. Taylor decided to go big.

That was easy to do, because Alex himself was big. His dick looked like it was all the way hard, and it looked lovely. It smelled lovely, too. Intoxicating, even. So much so that Taylor approached it even without realizing he had moved. It was like the scent of the wolf's crotch had closed the distance for them. Taylor's limbs were a formality at best.

This was happening quite quickly. Taylor had never had a gay experience in his life, save for constant masturbation to all sorts of gay porn. And now he was practically face to face with the dick of a complete stranger. He'd zeroed in on this thing which he had so wanted, and for so long. For just a moment Taylor started to do his usual mental dance of checks and balances. Did he really want this, was he really about to do this, and what was wrong with him, and-

Alex put a hand behind Taylor's head, and pulled the fennec up against his dick.

It was hot, not just warm. It pulsed against Taylor's muzzle. The scent was stronger now. That would have been an obvious effect of being buried into the crotch of a guy. But what they don't tell you is the degree of that scent's strength. It wasn't just an overpowering musk. It was everything Taylor had ever wanted to smell, and more. Along with feeling this actual cock up against his face, it was that scent which completed the scene. It made the dick in his face all the more real. A lot of things could lay across a person's muzzle. But only one thing in the world could ever smell quite like this.

The only thing missing at this point was taste. And Taylor was in this deep already. But there was also an odd side-tinge in the back of his mind. He wanted to suck this cock, yes. But strangely enough, he wanted to suck Alex's cock in particular. As in, he had only just met this guy, but Taylor wanted to make him happy. Taylor wanted to do a good job, and he wanted to get this wolf off. He would use his mouth to do it if he had to, he'd be happy to. And he'd be more than happy to satisfy him in other ways as well.

Taylor opened his maw and unceremoniously took the wolf cock inside of it. He hadn't known what to expect, and he was almost disappointed by what he found. It didn't taste like all that much of anything. Nor did it feel like all that much. Canines had smooth, untextured dicks. And that's what it felt like, resting inside of Taylor's mouth as it was. It felt like a dick in his mouth. Just, a dick. Nothing to see here, nothing too special going on. It was hot and pulsing, and it was attached to a deeply attractive male. But it might as well have been another one of Taylor's cucumbers of unfortunate destiny.

Then a sort of instinct took over all of Taylor. It felt like something in his biology had flipped on. Taylor had practiced sucking cock at home, but that felt different. Right now there was something truly physiological going on. Like somehow Taylor already knew everything there was to know about sucking cock. As if his ancestors, and the ancestors of his ancestors, had been mating and breeding for exactly one purpose. They knew that someday their progeny, named Taylor, would be born. And Taylor would have exactly the right genes, the right elements in his nature - that Taylor would be amazing at sucking cock.

Even as he bobbed up and down on Alex's shaft Taylor knew that the flood gates were open. He didn't just have an inordinate, biological imperative for sucking cock. He craved it inside of him, all of him. He knew his way around this man's sex, even though it was his first time doing anything even remotely like it. And Taylor certainly knew what it felt like to have things in his ass. But somehow he already knew how it felt to have a live, pulsing dick inside of him. It would be electric. It would be glorious. Then there was no more room for shame or uncertainty. Taylor needed it to happen. More than he'd needed anything at all.

"Fuck that's good." Alex said. It gave Taylor all the drive he needed to pick up his pace. But he didn't just bob on the dick with more fervor. That would be missing the point. Instead, he picked up the pace of his tongue which flicked up and down the shaft, even as he was taking it inside of his maw. And he angled his head against the cock in varying ways. It wasn't just enough to suck Alex off. Taylor was instead sucking off every aspect of this dick all at once. Not a square millimeter went by which didn't get intense care, love, passion, and ecstasy.

"I mean," Alex said, and then stopped. He let out a hefty moan, then tried again. "Fuck dude. Devon, get over here. You gotta try this."

"The fuck I will." Devon called back. Even though Taylor was well entrenched in his present activity he did remark in the back of his mind that Devon had suspiciously not moved from his prior spot. It seemed that gay shit didn't bother him all that much after all.

"Yeah, the fuck you will." Alex replied, and then moaned again. "This is. Christ. Give me a sec."

Then he pulled Taylor off of his cock. The both of them took a deep breath. For Taylor it was a much needed gasp of fresh air. As for Alex, it was a much needed break from the sexual experience of his life. He had no idea a cock could be sucked as good as this improbable fennec fox was. Taylor's maw was almost alarmingly overpowering. Alex couldn't think straight with this kid between his thighs. It made him shudder to think what it felt like to be buried balls deep into his rear.

"What's wrong?" Taylor said. He spoke almost with a pout. This was the experience of his life, and he'd been robbed of it.

"Devon." Alex started, then turned back to Taylor. "Sorry. Nothing's wrong. But I want you on my friend's dick. And I want to fuck your ass balls deep."

Taylor blushed clear to the tip of the insides of his ears. Turns out he hadn't been robbed of anything at all.

"Leave my dick alone, Alex."

"You don't sound too sure about that mate."

"Come on man."

"I'm not fucking around here. This is the blowjob of your life."

"You're exaggerating. Besides, I'm not-"

"This kid is a wizard. An actual cock wizard. I don't give a rat's ass if you're gay. You could be a fucking statue and he'd still get your stoney cock to cum. Get your ass over here."

Taylor watched their banter with wide eyes. Alex was the alpha wolf between them alright. That was interesting because Devon was actually the larger of them. Did that mean his cock would be larger as well? Then Taylor got his head back into the game. His fantasy had already been enacted. He'd been caught in the act, in the nude, in a public place. Then, as a delightful bonus, he was able to suck a real life cock as well. And it seemed like his anal virginity was on the table. Alex had seemed like his mind was pretty much set when he'd said he wanted to fuck Taylor's ass. So his virginity was already as good as gone, and it was about fucking time. But there was still room for improvement in this already magical, dream-come-true scene.

There were two handsome men in this small, secretive grove. That was two cocks to pleasure and to have, and to hold, and do countless other things to. And since Taylor was already in this deep, he figured he might as well dive further in.

"Pretend I'm a girl." Taylor offered. Alex said nothing but gestured to him emphatically. His body language said something like See? The kid speaks sense! But Devon just huffed, so Taylor tried again. "Just, close your eyes, then. And I won't make a sound."

This time Devon didn't huff so much as he made a nigh-imperceptible sigh. Probably most species wouldn't pick up on it. But Taylor had radar dishes for ears, so he heard the tone of Devon's soft sigh quite clearly. It was the sigh of defeat. The stubborn, stark black wolf wouldn't actively do something gay. He wouldn't dare to say yes to receiving a gay blowjob. But if a gay blowjob just so happened to fall onto his dick, perhaps by accident, then what was a buff, masculine, and super straight guy to do?

So Taylor crawled. He made slow and deliberate movements, as though moving too quickly would scare this black wolf away. And it very well might have. He was skittish about the affair, as though he had more propriety than either of the other canids around him. So Taylor tried to keep his body movements innocent, or even weak. With each motion forward he wanted Devon to feel like he was in charge. Taylor was a subservient fag. Not that Taylor agreed with the use of that term in any capacity whatsoever. But if that's how Devon needed to view him in order to feel safe getting a gay blowjob, then that's the role Taylor would play. Devon could be the strong one. And Taylor would be weak. And Taylor would get a second cock inside his maw. At which point, everyone would win. Taylor most of all.

It was another trick of innate biology which gave Taylor his sultry movements. Maybe it really was that he was born to be a cock-crazed twink. But he knew exactly how to move in order to tug at Devon's dick. To the wolf's credit, he didn't look any different for it. But his scent had changed ever so slightly, and his breathing took on that certain quality of arousal. It made Taylor exceptionally glad for his ears. As with so many fennecs, for a while he had felt self conscious about them. They sometimes got in the way, they made shirts awkward to put on, and they were the butt of a great many jokes. But damned if they couldn't tell when a male was in heat for sweet twink ass. Or maw, as it were.

Then it was just as Taylor had foreseen. He had gotten well into Devon's personal bubble. He had approached up to Devon's crotch. And he had begun to undo Devon's fly. All the while the wolf said nothing, did nothing. He continued to do nothing as Taylor tugged down his jean and his briefs, and freed up his cock. But even through doing nothing, the sound of his breath didn't lie. Devon's inhalations started to get a little more sharp. To Taylor's ears they seemed to say Holy shit, is this really happening?

Indeed it was happening. Unfortunately Devon seemed to have been true to his word. He probably truly wasn't gay, because he wasn't even a little bit hard. That just gave Taylor the littlest bit more incentive to blow this dude's mind, as well as his cock. But first he did take just a moment to take in Devon's musk. It was different than Alex's, and more strong. But not in a good way. This had more of a jock-who-hadn't-showered-recently vibe, opposed to Alex's crotch which smelled more masculine and pure. But Taylor didn't let that stop him, because all male crotch was good crotch, and he dug right in.

It was easy enough to take Devon's sheath entirely into his maw. It was a mouth full of fur, which Taylor hadn't altogether been expecting - but he could work around that. Plus he figured he wouldn't be sucking at Devon's sheath for long. Taylor flicked his tongue into the sheath he was sucking at. He started to tongue at the head of Devon's cock. Then he buried himself deep up against the wolf blacker than night. He got his face impossibly close up to the wolf, almost like he was trying to crawl up into him using his cock as an entrance. Then he could get more of his tongue into the sheath. He could start to flick his way along the prize inside.

He knew it wouldn't take long, and he was right. Just a few moments had passed when Taylor felt that first pulse throb up against his tongue. Then came another, and another. The head of Devon's cock started to poke out then, with more cock coming out with every throb. For good measure Taylor still kept his mouth buried up deep against the canine. Devon's cock continued to expand, and it just expanded straight into the fennec's muzzle. From there Taylor could start on the real work, of giving this wolf the best blowjob he'd ever have.

Taylor knew he was on the right track when Devon started to make some noise. They were soft noises of pleasure, but they were there. Taylor was causing a straight man to make noises of pleasure. That alone would have been enough for him, but his work was nowhere near complete. It was aided when Devon placed both hands to Taylor's head. He started to pump and thrust his cock into Taylor's muzzle. Taylor hadn't ever been face fucked before. Turns out that he was quite fond of it.

Fortunately, his focus was broken before too long. It was fortunate only in the way it was broken - because ordinarily being taken away from a mouth full of cock would have been a travesty. And even if his mouth was allowed to stay on such a cock, being mentally distracted from it would be a curse all its own. Thankfully Taylor still had the cock in his mouth. And he was fortunate in that Alex had come in behind him, and straddled the both of Taylor's legs. It put Taylor's cheeks together and made his ass super tight. But he was still lubed up. So long as the wolf behind him didn't go too hard-

Then Taylor felt the cool pour of oil dripping along his rear. Alex smeared it around, and he used a copious amount. Then he slid his rock hard cock up and down Taylor's crack. It got Alex's dick nice and slick, at which point Taylor's concerns were assuaged. The wolf behind him could go as hard as he liked.

But he started off by taking it fairly slow. Devon was still fucking into Taylor's face. He was being thoughtful enough to vary his pacing, as well as his depth. It let he and Taylor develop a certain rhythm of both pleasure and breaths of fresh air. Then Taylor was grateful for his natural gifts concerning cock, because the rhythm of dick fucking into his muzzle, and hitting up against the back of his throat, moved to autopilot. He didn't have to think about getting face fucked. It just, was. It let him focus on the other parts of his body which needed attention. Namely, Alex had a cock which was thicker than Devon's, and longer as well. And it hard started to work inside him.

The only challenge was Taylor's positioning. He was on all fours, but his legs were awfully tight together. It made his ass on a whole super tight, so Alex needed a lot of pressure to get his dick in. And it did hurt, although not as much as that cucumber had hurt when this night had just begun. Then Taylor remembered, even through being face fucked, that he needed to relax his rear and allow the thing inside him, rather than trying to force it to go in. So the fennec relaxed. As he did he edged ever so slightly back onto Alex's dick. Taking control really helped get the cock in. And once it was in it started to slide further in with relative ease.

And talk about electricity. This cock inside him was voltage through the roof. He didn't have near the vernacular to describe how it felt, but he needed more. He used all the gusto he could muster to push back against the wolf inside him. He swallowed up the shaft and bumped his rear against the wolf's swelling knot. It wasn't fully formed yet but there surely wasn't much time. Mainly that meant that Alex wasn't quite yet about to cum - but he probably wasn't that far off from it, either. It added up to mean that Taylor didn't have too much time left. If he wanted that knot inside him, if he wanted his anal virginity to be taken and sealed with a proper canine tie - he needed to get his ass to work. He needed to hilt the cock inside him before the knot got too big for him to take.

He figured that it wouldn't take too much doing. He did his best to scoot back against Alex. Then Devon huffed angrily and stepped forward as well. Taylor would have apologized if his face wasn't so full of the black wolf's dick. He honestly hadn't meant to retreat away from the pounding his face was getting. He'd just wanted to get deeper down onto his friend's dick, was all. But that unknowingly put Taylor into a bit of a bind. He had scooched back onto one cock, nearly as far as it would go - and the cock in his face had scooched forward as well. Taylor was well and truly being spit roasted. And there wasn't much he could do about that. Nor would he have wanted to, even if he could.

Thankfully, what Taylor couldn't quite manage on his end, Alex was able to pick up on his. Taylor's legs were just a little too tight for his dick to get all the way in? Well that just wouldn't do. So he spread apart his new mate's legs, so instead Taylor was the one straddling him. Then the fennec's rear was a straight shot. All it took was a little bit of doing until he heard (but much more than that he felt) a lovely pop. His knot wasn't all the way hard yet, but it really did seem like he had gotten it in in the knick of time. It seemed like it barely made its way into that twink boy's tight ass.

That telltale pop did hurt, as did the surge of dick plunging deep into him with that force. Taylor had to remind himself that he wanted this, that he wanted this badly, because his ass really did sting. He distracted himself from the throb in his rear by focusing for a moment on Devon fucking his face. His pace had picked up now. His knot was fairly swollen, and with each of the wolf's thrusts it was bumping up against Taylor's muzzle. There was no way in hell Taylor was about to try to orally knot the guy (suffocation just hadn't been on his list of to-do's for the day). But it was a nice gesture that Devon was trying to get it in all the same.

But it did hurt a little, same as his ass was hurting. So Taylor set a hand to Devon's crotch to help slow the onslaught. Again Devon huffed an angry disapproval, but he didn't seem to mind all that much. He just kept up the pace of fucking in and out of Taylor's mouth with increasing vigor. And his breath was starting to pick up. Taylor felt like he must be close to cumming. That meant that he was close to getting his first ever face full of cum. He had tasted his own plenty of times, but he wondered how it would taste coming from someone else? Then he was reminded of the dick inside his ass (if such a thing could even be forgotten), because Alex was tugging against his hole from the inside.

It hurt a little, but not as much as it had hurt going on. Mainly the wolf was testing their tie, and it already seemed pretty solid. If they wanted to split they probably had a handful of seconds to do it. But neither of them had that in mind. More than that, Taylor actually literally couldn't move from this spot. He had a dick ramming into his muzzle time and time again, with his head firmly secured with an iron grasp. And behind him was an equally strong wolf, with his legs and crotch held tight up against Taylor's. This was to say nothing of the dick deep in his ass, and held in place with a knot which, by this point, probably couldn't come out even if they tried.

Taylor was stuck. There was literally no turning back. Devon could cum and soften, sure. At that point it was up to Devon to decide how long he stayed inside of Taylor's maw. But he and Alex were in it for the long haul. Of course, he didn't know Alex's stamina specifically. Maybe it would be a five minute tie, or less. But judging from the size of Alex's cock, and the size of his knot even before it was fully formed - they would probably be together for quite some time.

It was hard to tell how big that knot was getting inside him. In part because that was just a hard thing to get a read on, but it was more because Alex had picked up the pace on his fucking. He had gotten vigorous, insistent, and primal. He didn't have all that much room to fuck in and out of Taylor's ass because his knot was keeping his dick lodged inside. But what room he did have to maneuver he used. What he couldn't do in terms of long-dicking Taylor's rear in and out, he made up for in rampant speed. Because the whole of Alex's dick was inside him it felt like Taylor's entire body was vibrating. But what really got him going was the feeling of that knot pressing firmly against his prostate.

Taylor hadn't ever been fucked before. He hadn't ever had something so large in his ass before. And this was the fucking of his life, and his prostate was getting more action than he knew was possible. Taylor's eyes rolled toward the back of his head in the pleasure of it. It was indescribable to him, and he never wanted it to stop, and it didn't seem like it was going to. And then his dick erupted with cum.

He came like a fountain. It was more cum than he had ever produced. It was more cum than even the biggest cum shots he'd look up online. He shot thick ropes, all the while moaning intensely into the dick pressing towards the back of his throat. And with each rope of cum Taylor shot his entire body clenched along with it. So his rear clamped firmly against the base of Alex's knot. And Taylor's insides spasmed with every shot. And it lined up just the right way with Alex's furious thrusts against his rear. Then, as Taylor neared the end of his climax, the wolf behind him started to growl. It was coming onto a roar. Were there not a dick lodged firmly into his mouth Taylor would have suggested that he keep it down.

But Taylor couldn't speak. Taylor could hardly think. Because, for the first time in his life, a man much more powerful than he was cumming deep inside of his ass.

Then Taylor became exceptionally aware of the knot inside him. It was the key point from which he could feel the throbs and surges of cum shooting deep inside him. And each time Alex's cock surged cum into him, the wolf seemed to surge along with it. Each rope shooting into his mate was accompanied by an all possessive clench against Taylor's middle. Even if the thick knot wasn't holding them together, then Alex's grasp surely would. For a moment Taylor wasn't sure which made him feel more like an object to be used and abused (a feeling which, so far, he adored). Was it the throbbing dick inside of him, shooting countless ropes of cum inside him, all of it locked inside with no chance of escape and nowhere to go but deeper inside - or did Taylor prefer the instinctual, feral strength with which he was being controlled?

It was the cock inside him, and the ropes of cum. That was definitely the part he liked more.

The only thing disrupting the scene, then, was Devon. He hadn't cum yet. But Taylor had, so he was of course ready to be done. And Alex had cum, which felt fucking amazing and Taylor was so glad they were stuck together for the foreseeable future. But there was still a dick being push in and out of his muzzle. But Devon really was getting close. His thrusts against Taylor's face were getting sharper and shorter, and Devon's heavy breathing had started to pick up. It was getting more guttural as well, no more than a tone or two away from a growl, or a snarl. And either of those were a tone or two away from climax.

That meant that cum in his mouth was effectively moments away.

That thought gave Taylor renewed strength. He had a dick in his ass. Lodged there. He had been tied. And he had cum flooding his insides, trapped there. Becoming part of him. But he still had a sort of oral virginity to give as well. He'd never had someone cum directly into his mouth, and he needed to feel cum flooding him from both ends. So with his renewed vigor he started to work along Devon's shaft the way he had worked on Alex just a few moments before. He returned his mind to that biological, instinctual state. Now that he was focusing on just one dick instead of two, he could really start to work some magic.

And magic he did. It was a matter of flicks and swallows, of motioning and sucking and teasing - and Devon started to cum. At first he was a gentleman about it. He held his dick politely in the middle of Taylor's muzzle. It let ropes of cum shoot onto Taylor's tongue and coat the inside of his mouth. Taylor could taste it, then. It had a full flavor, and it was thick and musky, and ever so manly - and Taylor was in love. Then Devon took over again (or rather, his carnal instincts did), and he trust against Taylor's muzzle as hard as he could. He made a few jerking motions into the fennec fox's maw as he continued to cum. Then he held himself there, keeping Taylor pressed tightly against his crotch. The final ropes of cum shot directly onto Taylor's throat. At once that made it harder to swallow and easier. Taylor found that he missed the taste of cum shooting into his mouth. But either way it was cum shooting inside him. Becoming part of him. Fulfilling him.

The three of them were panting heavily then. Rather, Devon and Alex were panting heavily. They had their tongues lolled out comfortable in pure canine fashion, and the cheeky bastards even did a high-five. A few moments later Devon pulled out of Taylor's maw, and Taylor began to pant heavily as well. He had never supposed that fresh air could taste so sweet. And how could he have possibly forgotten the sweet smell that oxygen had? That was just one of a few odd thoughts which flitted across and through his mind during his immediate after glow. His entire body had surged with those same zolts of electricity he'd been feeling all night. So now he was truly and utterly spent. And he was perfectly content - he was more than content. He was satisfied and happy enough that he'd have stayed in that moment forever.

But the moment couldn't last forever. It hadn't taken long for Devon to come back to his senses and walk off on his own. Whatever it was he and Alex had come here for, it seemed like he could do without it after all. As for Alex, they stayed tied together for the greater part of an hour. During that time they had a lot of things to talk about, largely because Alex was interested in what Taylor had going on. He seemed to genuinely care about the fennec, and not only because his dick was still lodged deep inside him. And maybe it was the cum that had shot inside his rear, but Taylor found that he was getting at least a little bit attached. Plus, it turned out that Alex was only eighteen, so not as old as Taylor had thought. That was a comforting thought, because in only a few years their relationship wouldn't seem that weird at all. Just a two year difference - that wasn't so bad.

And how quickly he had gone from a casual encounter in the park to dreaming of having a mate. But of course Alex wasn't quite his mate - not yet. On that particular evening all Taylor had was a sore ass when he trekked home, a belly full of cum, and a phone number. That phone number effectively tied him to a fuck-buddy (who tied him in turn). Then that fuck-buddy became a friend. It was a friend who would help Taylor come out and learn more about the person he was, and the things he loved. For instance, it was through Alex's patience and care that Taylor first realized he loved him. It wasn't long at all before Alex realized that he loved his fennec back.

And as for Devon? He stopped hanging out with Alex shortly after their joint experience in the park. But if you listen closely, with real intent, and with a pair of radar dishes on your head, you might pick up on a sort of fap fap noise coming from that spot. You'd hear it only in the dead of night, and strictly on moonless nights. And you wouldn't see anything but a black hand moving across a pink shaft. But maybe there was an occasional trick of light involved. Sometimes you'd swear you saw hips moving along a $.99 cent green cylinder as well.