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“Do you know, Andrew, it's been three days, and I can still smell it on you." Giggle.

The fox had certainly missed no opportunity to reflect proudly upon what he'd done over those three days. From that first late night text – “You should know, from now on it's like 50/50 I'm gonna do that any time we hang" – to the early morning photo of his toilet, its water thoroughly painted a pale yellow – to that night's “I bet it's still in your nose" – all the way to the notable escalation of this morning's actual video of that foxdick staining the brick wall he'd marked me next to.

It's not as though he really needed to help. The memory was even more indelible than his mark on me was starting to seem. At first I wondered whether he'd correctly guessed how much I enjoyed it, but after nonstop teasing for three days, it was starting to get annoying even to me.

Not that I hadn't already watched that video several times, and maaaybe used it to produce some of my own fluids once. Or twice.

Now that he was over at MY place, the question was which part of my property would receive the foxboy's voluminous “blessing" first, and how soon I'd have to take up my position there. He'd already made it clear that “if" was no longer a question.

I grinned back. “I beat you, you know. If you're thinking I'm not gonna get back at you, you've got another thing coming."

“As though I'm scared. You can't compete with fox piss, bitch. I'll be squeaky clean long before you stop reeking. Especially since I'm gonna refresh that scent every few days…"

I rolled my eyes. “What happened to 'it won't smell that bad,' hmmm?"

Julian shrugged, bright emerald eyes gazing contemplatively at some arbitrary spot on my bedroom wall, before smirking at me. “Guess we both underestimated my dick."

“You know that's not how it works, right? Your dick is barely even involved, it's the kidneys and shit.“

The fox's eyes shrunk to annoyed slits as they locked balefully on mine. “I know we all slept through everything not involving the fun parts, but you do remember I was there with you in Shulman's class, right? Well, I learned that shit doesn't fit in a sentence with kidneys. I think he said it only comes from the large intestine. And the mouths of people named Andrew."

“Did you learn that? With your grades, Shulman probably had serious doubts." I stuck my tongue out. Briefly.

The handsome foxboy cocked his head. “You should probably be a bit more careful with that in your current position, no?"

I almost blushed. Okay, so he had me pinned down in my bed, his knees just below my armpits. And his pants were nowhere in sight. And his underwear wasn't, either. And there were three large, warm weights resting comfortably upon my unclothed chest. But that didn't mean I could just hand him a moral victory like that.

I gave him a look of mock indignation. “Are you questioning my balls, sir?"

Vulpine whiskers twitched as one corner of his mouth curled up into a lusty smile. “Why don't you prove it, Andy boy? Stick it out again, let me give you a taste of that thing you're trying so hard not to look at."

I blushed, for real this time, at being called out so forcefully. But it's not like I was going to object. I once again proffered my tongue.

“Wow, not even acting like it's a tough decision? I'm impressed…"

His knees shuffled a bit on the bedsheets, his form loomed over me a bit more, and I felt those two heavy, white-furred globes sliding up my chest, even as I felt five inches of warm, soft, adolescent fox cock rubbing against my neck, bending, flopping over toward my shoulder. As I finally couldn't help but glance down, I saw nothing but slender, snow-touched abdomen, smooth, barely visible muscle rippling as he maintained his difficult position – before his thick, hooded cockhead reared over my chin like a cobra and rested itself on my tongue. I caught the fluffy white tip of his tail flicking behind him in thinly veiled excitement at this escalation.

I'm not sure if it took the small hint of salty flavor I got from the underside along the rim of his foreskin, or simply his extreme closeness, but the heavy scent of the young fox's packed crotch washed over me with such power as to transport me out of full lucidity, if just for a moment. As I was determined at least to pretend I wouldn't be entranced by his meat, I gave it a couple of teasing licks before letting it slip off my tongue to lay across my cheek.

I glanced back up at him, getting used to the new positions of his assets. “Remind me why I'm letting you do this when I won?"

Julian stroked the white fur of his chin pensively. “Hm. Is it because I actually won? Seeing as this game had way more bullshit than the one where I beat you and all."

I grinned, feeling the warm weight shift as my cheeks lifted. “You can't seriously think you're gonna get out of this? You know, it's BECAUSE we're friends that I can't let you off."

Green eyes turned skyward as he chuckled. “Let me off? I think you're going to get me off." He adjusted his penis into a more prominent position across my features. “Besides, turning my words around would be more of an own if your dumb expression was less hidden by my big dick."

“You really are obsessed with this thing, aren't you?"

“I mean, normally I try to hide that, but why bother? You and 'this thing' are going to get to know each other so well it's like you haven't even seen it yet."

The combination of those words, the dominant smirk decorating the gorgeous vulpine's muzzle as they fell out of it, and the fact that said smirk proved the words deadly serious prompted my stomach to flip. “And why's that?"

“Probably because you're not hiding how much you love this as well as you think you are. You really think I'd keep pissing on you if you didn't like it? I don't get why you're trying to hide it at all, to be honest. If I was gonna freak out or be even remotely bothered that you were gay, I feel like I wouldn't be in this position with you. You probably would've figured that out when you cupped foxballs the other day." His smirk morphed into a friendly smile as he punctuated the sentence with a heavy slap of his penis against my lips, about as strange an image as it sounds.

My eyes narrowed. “That right? You wouldn't pay off that bet if it bothered me?"

The fox blinked and turned his head away in faux annoyance. “Well shit, Andrew, I wasn't expecting an inquisition." He paused and shot me an expectant sideways glance.

“Nobody expects '80s references from high schoolers."

“Well, at least you got it."

“You haven't answered the question. So what you're saying is you'd still piss on me."

“Obviously?"

“So you can tell, yet you're in this position with me anyway. Does that mean…?" I looked up quizzically.

“Me? I don't really know. Maybe? Bi, more likely. Always room around my dick for a nice pair of tits." He flashed his sparkling white teeth again, tightening his groin a couple times to lift his heavy nuts and drop them on my chest.

“The fur on your sack tickles like fuck, could you not." Another double-tap. I'd miscalculated.

“What're you like down there, anyway? You as big as me?" He winked.

Well, I was about as big as him, if I was hard and he was soft. “I mean, you're going to see it up close when it gets you wet. Probably tomorrow. But is anyone as big as you?"

It was so cute how bashful he got at compliments on his dick when he was already so proud of it. I could see his blush through his fur as his ears twitched cheerfully. “You know Colton Maretto?"

“No way. The kinda skinny painted dog?"

“Dude, I shit you not. Had gym class with him every Tuesday. Kid has to be seven inches soft…"

“I'll believe that when I see it." Okay, but I really wanted to see it.

Julian giggled and gazed off at what had to be the same random point on my wall, absent-mindedly rolling his hips, using my cheek to caress his penis, which was starting to get warmer. “Maybe you'll get his class this year. He's shy as hell. Wonder if you'd get to do anything fun…"

“What's your idea of fun?"

His muzzle curled into the same lusty sneer I'd seen a few days ago as he locked his eyes on mine, hips rolling a bit more quickly. The rising warmth on my cheek was starting to be accompanied by firm throbs. “Remember what I said was going to happen?"

I blushed profusely. “I believe it was something about me learning how big your cannon gets. And why your balls are so huge."

He leaned over me, steadying himself with a paw on my wall as he pressed his swelling cock in more firmly against my nose. It was easily six inches now, and growing rapidly, the fat tip starting to cover one eye entirely on its inexorable journey towards my forehead.

“You'll have the first answer in a minute," the boy crooned, grin seemingly engraved on his muzzle now as he reached his free paw down, lovingly fondling his intimidating sperm factories. Black digits played gently across the snow-white canvas of his fur. “As for the other, well, you'll know soon enough. Along with why we're doing this in your bed instead of mine…"

Seven inches.

He closed his eyes, tilted his head back for just a moment, focusing on his pleasure. I could feel the delivery tube along his underside starting to grow more pronounced, could see with my uncovered eye the gradual tightening, the withdrawal of his foreskin as it was overcome by his length and thickness.

Eight inches.

A soft sigh issued from his muzzle as he tilted it back down towards me, the warm breath petering off into a few stray currents that weakly ruffled the brown hair atop my forehead. Other than that, silence filled the room, with the exception of the ambient sounds of insects on a summer night. The steady undulations of his hips, becoming more patient and measured the longer he grew, had resulted in the first drop of precum easing its way forth. I could see it swelling, the drop larger each time it reentered my view as his cock drew back along my cheek – a transparent, glistening centerpiece for a thick, smooth head steadily escaping its hood, throbbing all the while.

“Almost there, don't worry," he giggled, leaving his reverie to enjoy the look of awe on my face and the sight of his mammoth organ steadily approaching its full glory.

Nine inches.

I could finally feel his throbs weakening – well, at least their impact on his length – as his growth slowed, but the drop of precum had turned into a flow. A shining trickle emanated from his slit, traveling down across the cockhead – which had turned a deeper pink – and I could already feel the cool air of my lazy ceiling fan illustrating where his meat was leaving trails of it across my forehead.

Finally he seemed to be finished. I glanced up to see that permanent grin glowing proudly. “In case you're wondering, just under nine and a half inches. And a bit under seven around."

“Dude...we're fourteen. What the fuck."

He shrugged and winked at me, wiggling his hips. “Guess I got lucky. This is where you get to get acquainted with it better, you know? Don't be afraid to touch…"

I hesitantly reached a hand up and, looking at him for approval – no idea why, he was clearly plenty happy with this situation – wrapped my fingers gently around that twitching pole. My thumb and middle finger could just about reach, but alas, not quite – a fact which clearly gave him no shortage of satisfaction. I eased my head back a bit into the pillow to create some distance and see it better. His one-eyed tower stretched out towards me, no veins visible – the foreskin beyond his corona just puffy enough to suggest that it could and should still be involved in any stroking. His paw still teased around his balls and lower abdomen, and my fingers met his as I brought my other hand down to caress them with him. Under the battery of stimuli I'd been subjected to thus far, I hadn't even noticed my own cock swelling to a full hard-on in my gym shorts. I was already sure that hard-on would be quite productive later this evening. The amount of time his penis and precum had already rubbed on my face assured a lasting dose of his perfect scent.

Even though I was possibly happier than I'd ever been, I couldn't stifle a laugh. “This is so fucking gay, dude."

Julian giggled along with me. “We'll have to double-team a dimepiece of a cheetah or something this year if we wanna cancel THIS out." He paused. “Actually, we really should do that…"

The fox took my hand in his paw and guided it around his hip to place it on his smoothly muscled ass, bringing his tail around to tickle my arm a little as I squeezed gently. From there his paw went to join my other on his pulsing rod, coaching me into a good grip as he resumed his pattern of soft thrusts. A rain of precum was dripping pretty freely on my face shortly afterwards.

We spent a good minute in that complex embrace, my free hand exploring his ass and tickling his bushy russet tail, before he slowed his motions, removed his own paw from his cock, and looked down at me, lust blazing in his piercing gaze. Breathing a little bit shorter than normal, he did away with pretense. “Lick it, dude! Suck it already!"

It's not that I wasn't nervous about what him cumming may entail, but fuck if I was going to put so much as a drop of water on such a heated moment. I brought out my tongue and took my first taste of the river of pre that beautiful foxmeat was producing – not at all salty like his piss, but more sweet. One lick, two licks, three, from the rim of his foreskin on the underside up to that drooling slit. With each lap at his flesh, I brought a long, firm stroke up from his thick base to his glans, feeling the hot, steel-hard shaft throbbing with youthful vigor between my fingers, each pull squeezing out a larger dollop for me to enjoy.

I felt his free paw come to rest on the top of my head, eagerly pulling me towards his meat. “Come on dude, more!"

I ceased with the breaks between licks, planting my tastebuds on his head, and then squeezed a bit harder on my next stroke up his shaft – his foreskin slid up over my tongue, which I used to tickle the inside of it. My actions elicited an actual spurt of precum against the roof of my mouth, and a boyish moan almost loud enough for me to worry it would wake up my parents. Seeing his pleasure, I entered a rhythm. Moving my lips forward to press them gently around his shaft below the head, I stroked back, and then forth – as soon as his foreskin enclosed my tongue, I gave several laps to its sensitive interior and quickly licked all the way around the smooth pink head filling my mouth. Stroking back down, I took a moment to suckle and nurse, collecting more precum, relishing his sweet flavor and his delight. Then I repeated. And repeated. Back and forth, back and forth, up and down, all around...

“Fuck, we gotta do this again. Maybe every time we hang. You're a natural…" His voice was ragged with lust.

I blushed around the boy's mammoth fox cock, squeezing his ass happily in response to the compliment. My eyes opened to alternate between delightedly watching the pleasure etched across his muzzle and marveling at the incredible amount of penis visible outside my stretched lips. I knew that sooner rather than later my gag reflex would be pretty harshly tested, but for some reason, there was no nervousness about it. Once I learned how to settle my jaw into a comfortable position to manage that massive head without my teeth getting in the way, I was all good, and after a bit of the excitement from his first blowjob wore off, the young fox seemed content, too; his breaths calmed gradually, though I remained aware of him smiling (hell, probably wearing that cocky grin, so I didn't give him the satisfaction of looking) down at me each time a warm air current tickled my face.

For a few minutes, occasional croons of pleasure were the only sounds in the room punctuating those of my tongue dancing along his fertile vulpine spire and my lips opening and closing around that shaft as I breathed. I had initially been managing my air supply through my nose, but the scent of virility wafting from his meat and the furry, imposing testicles beneath it had been leaving me a bit light-headed.

All the while, that cock just kept pumping its precum into my mouth, in quantities that had long since eclipsed my most impressive loads. Despite the pleasant flavor, the volume started becoming a hassle, and at one point a particularly determined spurt as I opened my mouth for a breath resulted in some spillage onto my chin. I heard a giggle and gazed up at Julian flatly.

“If you're struggling with my pre, you should be real nervous about what's building down there right now." He flexed his heavy orbs again, plopping them on my collarbone, his ever-present smirk a proud signal of his very messy intentions. His paw tousled my hair gently before its grip tightened as he slowly slipped another inch onto my tongue. “Longer you take, the bigger this load gets…and every drop is gonna be in you or on you. So you might wanna get to work, hmm? Not that I'd mind a nice, long sucking, or watching you get plastered with foxy juice. Well, that last one's gonna happen anyway, but whatever. You get the point."

I obliged, working my tongue even faster along the first half of his throbbing pole, squeezing his dormant knot gently and trying not to balk at the fact that I was already feeling him tickling my tonsils despite seeing at least five, probably six more inches left outside my lips. In this position, I had no say in whether he chose to sheathe that weapon down my throat. No sooner had I chanced upon that thought than the blazing foxmeat filling my mouth was being slowly withdrawn, and then reintroduced just a tad more forcefully, his beautiful, bushy tail swaying behind him as he started getting excited once again. After one last loving caress, I let the hand stroking him fall away to join my other on his ass, fondling and squeezing as I tracked his accelerating thrusts.

Sure enough, each hump fed me just a little more fox penis than the last. Each hump spread my jaw just a tiny bit wider. Each hump came just a smidge faster. Soon enough, the tickling on my tonsils was turning into an insistent pressure as the horny kit started beating my throat into submission. I couldn't help but let out a short gag.

Julian bit his lower lip, briefly showing those fang-like canines. His abdomen undulated with each thrust as he became ever more powerful with them, driving first with his upper body, but then harder and faster with only his hips. “Come on, Andrew. Open up for that fox cock…"

I made a poor attempt with my eyes to convey confusion at what exactly he wanted me to do and punctuated it with another less-than-dignified gag.

“You're doing great, don't worry…I'll be close soon…"

The growing schlick-schlick of steel-hard vulpine cock pumping in and out of my mouth, spurting precum and then displacing it, only to spurt even more – gags turned into breathless coughs as Julian denied a brief break for air between thrusts with a powerful salvo down my windpipe. Ever the considerate friend, he withdrew his meat for a minute to let me recover, stroking it over me excitedly and coating my face and hair with the ever-present flow – and, of course, giggling all the while.

The moment I had my breath back, he stuffed the organ back into my mouth and, with one brutal thrust, buried it straight down my throat.

“Ooohhhhh my god…"

He tilted his head back and moaned loudly as I blanched, eyes watering, scrabbling frantically at his ass – seemingly only prompting him to arch his back even further, forcing me into the pillow, his swelling knot grinding against my lips as that bushy tail thwapped against the bed in an irregular rhythm. I felt his balls twitch ominously against my chin. With each desperate swallow in the fight not to gag, my throat muscles rippled along his shaft, from blazing knot all the way down to now-irrelevant foreskin, each contraction eliciting a small yip and a flash of ecstasy across his handsome features.

Just as I felt I was going to pass out, he pulled back to the (still formidable) head, looking back down at me, muzzle a mask of pleasure. “You're gonna wanna breathe through your nose for this."

I gasped once, twice, then nodded. Nervously. But fuck – I was starting to wonder if I was about to cum in my shorts.

In barely an instant, that knot slammed against my lips again, and he was back to molding my throat into his personal fleshlight. Okay, I may have balked a tiny bit at realizing this would be a regular thing. I'm not proud of it.

Although taking such an enormous invasion without gagging didn't get any easier, the fox certainly didn't mind – the constant swallowing was exactly what he was looking for, and with each rough entry, he stayed inside for several moments – sighing happily, rolling his hips, rubbing that enormous mating lock around my lips as his potent tool plumbed the depths of my throat, claiming every surface with its fluids.

He was right, though – breathing was actually possible through my nose, with the overproductive cock bottoming out past my windpipe. On the other hand, his blockage of my mouth removed my only defense from his raw scent of virility, youth, sheer reproductive power – seeming only to grow stronger as his balls churned and built up more and more kit batter; built up to what, if his production thus far was any indication, would be an utterly monumental eruption of fox cum.

Let's be clear, I had no idea.

As he spoke, panting, it seemed he had read my thoughts. “T-minus maybe – fuck – one minute…on your – ahh – next year's…protein intake…"

I looked up with a mixture of anxiety and awe – surely there couldn't be that much? – and I was struck, once again, by how gorgeous Julian really was. The lightly toned muscle rippling under his abdomen as he fed me that massive shaft; the sharp, piercing light of his emerald eyes, especially at the height of his arousal; the delicate black markings winding back around his ears; the clear contrast of his deep orange coloration with the immaculate white fur of his chest, stomach, and the sheath and balls accompanying his proudest possession. The overhead light gleamed across that fur as it ruffled gently under the ministrations of my ceiling fan, and each time my vision went hazy with a full dosage of his youthful musk, it seemed like he was almost glowing.

Sharp white teeth glinted as the fox cocked his head, leaned just a bit to the left – and suddenly his eyes lit up as he grinned widely, peering at something I couldn't see.

He paused his thrusting for a moment and let his cock sit on my tongue as he bit his lower lip in a mischievous smile. “Holy shit dude. Wait till you see this…"

He bent over me, briefly covering me in shadow, and tousled my hair affectionately with a free paw as he leaned over to my bedside table and grabbed something – as he moved back to his upright position, his phone entered my field of view. He thumbed the screen briefly, swiped a couple of times – and then with a deft flurry of black digits, positioned it to my left, camera directed towards the action.

“Mmmpphhmrrmphmmmr?"

“Dude, you can see my dick bulging out your neck when I fuck your face. It's so hot. I gotta show you."

“Mrrphmmp."

The fox rolled his eyes and withdrew his angrily throbbing cock from my mouth, giving me an extreme closeup of a barely visible vein crisscrossing the pink flesh on its meandering path towards his snowy groin. He smacked me on the cheek with the heavy shaft. “What now?"

“You better not fucking show this to anybody but me…"

There was a momentary silence as his eyes shrunk to slits, his mouth a flat line of annoyance. I was expecting a response, but instead he chose to ram his penis back into my throat, earning a quick choke of surprise before I got back to my rhythm.

“Ahh…that's better," he intoned, smirking down at me. “I like listening to you choking on my cock more than being dumb about shit you know I'd never do. Anyway, let me get a nice looksie for you…"

He brought the camera in close to my neck, out of my view, and entered a slow, steady rhythm, feeding about six inches in and out, making no effort to withhold his grunts and sighs of pleasure as he quickly rode the wave back up to the point he'd reached moments before.

“Fuck, man…your throat's made for this…"

He increased his strokes to seven inches and picked up a little speed, eyes closing momentarily – I wondered how well he was holding the camera steady in this state – before leaving his cock buried, leaning over to see the screen, and flexing his shaft in my throat. He half-grinned before breaking it to moan as I swallowed particularly hard around the pulsing pole.

“Dude…ahh…you can see me flex it. It's so fucking hot…"

He looked down at me, eyebrows raised in a classic expression of warning.

“Feel how I'm…not – mmm – unloading tons of pre…into you right now?"

I gave a bit of a shrug and shook my head. I'm not sure how he wanted me to tell that with the delivery system planted so far past my mouth. I had already felt myself getting a little full from his output, but I couldn't tell all that accurately.

“It means…ohhh—"

He squeezed his eyes shut tight for a moment and clenched his teeth in pleasure as he pulled out and hammered another thrust home.

“It means I'm…about to – oh god – shoot my load!"

The sheer brokenness of his speech would have been pretty arousing if it hadn't just brought back my nerves in full swing with the reminder of how this was about to end. He started thrusting faster, a bit erratically, muzzle hanging open as he panted. His ears folded back slightly. The biggest balls I'd ever seen, fully primed, smacked against my chin and neck again and again, and his tail thrashed behind him. His asscheeks flexed against my palm as his body tensed, and he moved the phone away from the closeup, taking a bit of a higher angle and making sure to catch what was coming.

“Sorry…in advance…about your bed…here it comes!"

He slammed himself hard into my mouth, knot crashing against my lips so forcefully it stung, and I took a deep, musk-filled breath through my nose as I felt his cock swell slightly – and then follow up with a pulse so powerful that I felt it enter at my lips and roll quickly along my tongue. I couldn't taste the first rocket of vulpine seed, but I certainly felt its heat burst against the walls of my throat, and before I could even register the size of that spurt, another pulse sped across my tongue, the pronounced tube along the underside of his mammoth organ throbbing with its delivery. And then another – and another – and another – and another – the pulses came so close together as to unleash a practically continuous stream of sperm into me. The heat came without respite.

Barely five seconds in, with the work his precum had already done, I was starting to feel full – but the fox had barely even started. Five more seconds and I was definitely full. And I could already tell from the merciless pumping of Julian's balls that an impending end was a laughably optimistic fantasy. I could already tell that everything, up to this point, had simply been building up to the main event.

Knowing full well what he was doing, he twisted his head around slightly and redirected the camera toward my stomach, watching a noticeable swell even I could see starting to form, at a frankly alarming rate. The pulses hadn't slowed down, either. Turning back to me, he brought the camera up to catch a glimpse of his orgasmic grimace, the cords in his neck tensing as sensations I could only imagine racked his slender body.

I laid there in a haze, vision blurred from the waves of his scent, struggling to process everything that was happening – the beautiful boy's leg fur tickling my chest, his balls pulsing against my neck, the warmth that had so liberally coated my throat spreading throughout my being as my battered stomach made its desperate, doomed effort to cope with my best friend's output. Somewhere, dimly, buried among the layers of stimuli, I realized that that effort was unsustainable, and I should really be panicking more than I was; but the fox knew what he was capable of, and after pumping his cum into me until I looked fifty pounds overweight, he started to withdraw the twitching, spurting spire from the depths of my throat. As several inches exited my lips, I could actually watch the never-ending pulses race towards me, and even at the height of unreasonable demands on my stomach, that sight pushed me over the edge.

The ecstasy of a heavenly orgasm burst through my body, and I knew that even if Julian somehow left my shorts unscathed, my own babymaker was about to ruin them forever. The first of several powerful throbs surged through my cock, forcing a thick rope of gooey white against the fabric, and I couldn't help but moan around the fox's erupting rod, earning a moan in turn from him as the sound vibrated along his shaft.

Another rope sprayed into my shorts as two more blasted into my throat, but the rest of my (probably very impressive compared to any human, or maybe anyone other than Julian) load escaped my attention, as the fox cock left my throat and the decidedly pleasant taste of his sperm flooded my senses – sweet, salty, and above all, so fucking voluminous. Laying his spewing cockhead on my tongue, the boy appraised me with the half-lidded eyes of pleasure, grinning as he watched me gulp frantically like I was still trying to massage his shaft. My lips were spread so wide by his obscene thickness that his cum couldn't even escape, but those foxballs simply refused to let up, and I couldn't swallow fast enough. My mouth filled, and filled, and filled, until the potent vulpine seed started to force its way into my throat, back towards my windpipe –

I choked violently, once, twice, thrice – little dribbles of fox cum just barely squeezing past his meat each time – and on the fourth, I felt the burning sensation of his semen forcing its way out of my nose. A loud burst of pure, thick white exploded out onto my right cheek, and it was immediately followed by an even larger helping onto my left.

It was at that point I really started to panic, the fox's unstoppable orgasm having filled me to capacity and taken claim of my airways, while his cock relentlessly pumped…and pumped…and pumped. Understanding my predicament, and far enough into his orgasm to gain some hold of himself, he finally freed that mammoth dick from my lips, moving his balance hand from the wall to grip himself at the knot and squeeze.

As much of a relief as it was to get the tiny bit of space necessary to clear my throat and replenish my air supply, the foxboy's mercy did not extend to the aiming of his rifle.

“Finally…time to make a fuckin' mess…"

Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat. Splat.

Thick, hot, stinging bullets of the vulpine's adolescent cream lanced forth from his throbbing cock to plaster my face, my cheeks, my lips, my eyes (I had to close those immediately), and splattered across everything unfortunate enough to be nearby. My hair, the pillow, the wall…the sounds of his volcanic orgasm echoed around my room, at least until my slight reflexive recoil from a hard impact on my nose inadvertently put an ear in the line of fire. All I could do was lay there resignedly, eyes and mouth closed, submitting to his penis as it spat its fertile artwork all over my body.

He started aiming gradually down and around the rest of me, leaving my face with a decidedly immodest mask of fox cum almost an inch thick. “Sorry, dude…might not have sucked it if you knew this was coming, huh?" He giggled for just an instant before returning to his breathy vocalizations of ecstasy.

Prick.

He was dead wrong, too, as my shorts could attest.

It took another two minutes before the fox's sperm cannon even began to slow down. By that time, everything above my waist was covered in white and he'd soaked my shorts so thoroughly that he probably wouldn't even be able to tell I'd spurted in them. Dozens of strings of white crisscrossed my wall, and my pillow was saturated with the dripping remnants of what he had left on my face. The bed was covered in a puddle of vulpine sperm that, on one side, had reached the edge and begun to pour lazily down onto the floor. Even his own fur hadn't escaped the onslaught – more than a few droplets were scattered across his abdomen, and his sac, still twitching against the skin of my swollen belly, had received a coating of its own contents.

Finally – finally – his impossible ejaculation slowed to a trickle, and I watched it cautiously, my eyes slits, half-expecting another sudden rocket to burst out at me. None came. Eventually the trickle shrunk to a series of drips, and the fox brought his phone in close to proudly show off the enormous cock that had just ruined my bedroom as it finally started to relax. At that point, he stopped recording and swiped over to photo mode before snapping a shot from under that meat with the camera angled up towards his grinning muzzle.

Then, after he stepped off my bed, carefully avoiding any disturbance of his sizeable puddle, came the obligatory photo of his handiwork. As he turned the camera down to me, I noticed (with more awe than surprise) that even his phone, watching from a distance, hadn't come out unscathed. A few drops of white wound their way down the frame, one even trailing right across the lens.

Julian smirked. “So…" He flipped the phone and leaned over me to bring its screen in close, and I laid eyes on an entirely unrecognizable figure, completely drenched in cum and displaying a prominent bulge in his stomach. The fox winked at me. “How did that feel?"

“Shouldn't I be…asking you that?" Fucking hell. I could hear the semen caked in my throat, and his chuckle revealed I wasn't the only one. I blushed as he walked over and leaned against the bathroom doorframe, tail swishing calmly behind him.

“Like, how I would imagine heaven feels. Can't have been as fun for you, though, huh?" If he felt any remorse, his evident struggle not to burst out in laughter did a poor job of showing it.

I groaned, my breath feeling restricted, as though his load had occupied some of the space in my lungs. “How…how do you…so much…?"

He fondled his nuts proudly. “My smallest are around a liter, but usually it's more like a gallon. That…well that was, let's say, way more."

“Ugh…you think?"

His tail drooped a little as his grin vanished, and for just a moment I swore I could see a flash of…worry?...across his muzzle as he scratched his head with a paw and averted his gaze towards the floor. His next words were quiet.

“I, uh…I didn't know there'd be so much. Sorry…I was sorta hoping you'd like it."

I was taken aback. I'd certainly had a poor read on the situation. I wiped some of the thick mask of fox cum away from my eyes and licked my lips clear of some more. “Dude, can I ask you something?"

He didn't look up to see my grin. “Yeah…"

“If I didn't like it, why are my shorts soaked from the inside?"

It was his turn to blush, but his head snapped back up immediately to look at me, eyes wide. The ghost of a smile returned to his lips. “Holy shit…you came?"

I nodded. “Real big load, too, I could feel it. Next time I'll make sure it goes on you."

His eyes narrowed, but the last vestiges of nervousness were gone. “Hey…you haven't won a bet for that, you know…"

“Yeah? Would you stop me, gayboy?"

He burst into playful laughter. “I submit to your alpha-ness, guy I just drowned in cum."

“You really could drown someone, you know, if you didn't pull out."

“I know! Could you imagine the movie? I'd be the hottest horror villain ever. When his cock's in your mouth, the clock's running out…"

I couldn't stifle a giggle. “There's one B-movie I'd see. You certainly would be the hottest."

His smile glowed at those words, tail giving an appreciative flick. “You're not so bad yourself…" The smile morphed into a Julian-smirk. “…The parts of you I can see, at least."

“Yeah, yeah. Hey, can you do me a favor?"

The fox squinted a little. “…Sure."

“You sure? It's pretty serious."

He squinted harder. “…Sure."

“Turn off my fucking fan. Wind and your cum don't mix."

“Oh, shit." He rushed over and flipped the switch. The fan mercifully slowed to a halt, but the chill of gallons of cooling fox cum didn't just disappear.

I groaned, finally restoring some lethargic motion to my limbs, and knocked an annoying amount of his sperm puddle off the bed onto my shirt, sitting on the floor, as I slowly and carefully stood up. “Guess I'd better shower. And not put that shirt back on."

I felt his amused gaze burning into my back as I trudged past him into the bathroom. Rivers of white cream dripped from my body in multiple areas all over my floor as I walked, but especially from my shorts. In a snap decision, I decided there was no need for modesty anymore – I glanced at him over my shoulder with a grin as I unceremoniously shed my shorts and tossed them with a loud splat into the sink, joining him in full nakedness.

He gave a barely audible gasp of surprise and his eyes widened just a little as they roamed the expanse of uncharted flesh that had been exposed to him. He swallowed, and I turned away again before he could see the blush his reaction had generated.

“You're, uh…you're pretty hot, Andrew."

He couldn't see my smile. “Thanks."

I stepped into the shower and hastily cranked the hot water knob, expecting a relief from the chill –

The showerhead only dribbled pitifully.

“…God…DAMN. It." Guess the water company would need more than a day to fix the main down the street.

Julian, back to leaning against the doorframe, exploded with laughter behind me. I stood there in the shower for a moment, seething, and then turned completely to him. Full frontal. That shut him up real quick, although the smile didn't leave his face, nor the gleam in those two deep green pools. I watched them fixate on my lightly haired groin, the balls hanging there (which, while paling in comparison to his, would certainly be the envy of most of the boys in our grade), and the thick white remnant of my sizeable load trailing down my circumcised penis. He whistled softly.

“Wow…you really did shoot…"

“Sure, I wasn't expecting to end up like…well, this. But do you really think I wasn't expecting a mess after what your dick did to me the other day?"

He grinned proudly. “Well, thank god. There's gonna be a lot more where that came from. But in the meantime…"

He stepped into the bathroom, closed, and rather ominously locked the door behind him, before lifting one footpaw to rest on the toilet lid and entering a theatrical thinker pose, stroking his chin and staring off into space with his crotch thrust forward conspicuously. I noticed he'd gone to the effort of keeping that huge soft cock out of its sheath.

“It appears you are unable to shower…" He flashed an evil grin in my direction. “If only I could help with that in some way."

My gaze locked on his meat as it swayed gently. “…Oh no."

The young fox sauntered slowly and purposefully over to me, pressing down gently on my shoulders until I got on my knees. His grin widened.

“Oh yeah."