"Betcha can't even make it past my ass cheeks."

Chad had been hearing it from Desmond for years. It was unfair to the big, albeit poorly-hung bull, that everyone else got to fuck Desmond anally. In that way the foxcoon was forbidden fruit to him, something he especially coveted.

His text to Desmond was innocuous enough. "Come over?"

"Sure" was Desmond's answer. Chad intended to finally fuck the foxcoon. He'd do whatever he had to do; he wasn't going to be defeated by Desmond's plush orange ass cheeks or his own micropenis.

When the foxcoon showed up, Chad greeted him at the front door. "My folks are out," he said.

"Finally abandoned ya, huh?" Desmond asked, sneering.

Desmond, who was adopted, tended towards mean-spirited jokes regarding family. Chad grinned and patted the foxcoon's ass as he stepped inside. "Yeah, they got tired of my jerkoff friends."

"Ya know, they're just sayin' that so ya don't feel bad," the foxcoon countered. "It's really you."

"Yeah, yeah. Come on. Let's go fuck."

Desmond snickered. "Chad, sugar, it don't count as fuckin' if ya just rub it on my butt cheeks."

"Shut up! I'm gonna fuck you," Chad insisted, scowling and blushing. Even at sixteen years of age, he still was prone to little temper tantrums. They'd somehow gotten cuter as he'd gotten older. Desmond disarmed him with a kiss on the lips.

"All right, all right, don't go gettin' yer jockstrap all twisted up," the foxcoon said. "You kin fuck me, if ya manage to get inside, anyway."

Chad grumbled. He followed Desmond up the stairs and smacked his round, girlish ass. Desmond gasped and hopped up two steps. He said shakily, "Shit, baby, if ya wanna spank me, do it when I'm naked. It'll sting more."

The bull grinned. He was hard already, not that his penis was noticeable through his clothes. It was barely noticeable without them. "You like to be spanked? You're such a weirdo."

They went into Chad's room. It was late, almost nine PM, and his parents were off having dinner and seeing a movie. Chad knew they wouldn't be home for at least a few more hours, and they tended to give him a call before they came home just in case he was up to something he ought not have been. With that in mind, Chad left the door open and stripped without hesitating. Desmond did the same and left his clothing in a heap.

With his girlish body nude and small penis stiff, Desmond pushed up against Chad and kissed the bull's chin. "All right, sugar. Ya got me naked."

"Sure did," Chad grumbled. He pulled Desmond over to the bed, sat, and draped the foxcoon over his knees. It was part whim, part spite when he lifted up Desmond's tail and smacked him on the ass. He watched as the cheeks wobbled and listened with a grin to Desmond's gasp.

"Aw, fuck, Chad!" he crooned.

"You like this!" Chad snapped, and smacked Desmond's ass again. His palms were hard and calloused, striking like a ruler on Desmond's plush ass.

The foxcoon grimaced and gripped the comforter. Chad hit him again and again. Desmond yowled, "Ooh, goddamn baby! I'unno what got into ya but I like it!"

"Yeah, this is for saying I can't fuck you," Chad grumbled. He gave Desmond another smack, a truly vicious one. He found he was liking the stress relief; he still had a nasty bully side to him even if he'd mostly suppressed it with the help of friends. Exorcising his violent side on someone who liked it was weirdly cathartic. He smacked the foxcoon again, and when Desmond shrieked, Chad gripped his ass and kneaded the bruised cheeks.

"Ah-! Aw, omigawd, babe," Desmond whimpered. "Yer a fuckin' animal..."

Chad was grinning broadly, almost drunk on the power. He pushed Desmond off his lap and said, "Get on your belly. Show me that bruised butt."

"Yes [i]sir,"[/i] Desmond moaned. He slipped out of Chad's lap, his cock tiny but throbbing, and bigger than the acorn-like nub between Chad's legs. He trembled slightly as he got down on his knees, then dropped to his paws. He whimpered, "Be gentle. I'm delicate."

The muscular bull knelt behind the foxcoon. He gripped Desmond's ass cheeks and the foxcoon hissed from the pain but eagerly pushed back. Chad almost felt bad, but he knew Desmond wouldn't do a thing if he wasn't into it. And so he pried apart the foxcoon's bruised cheeks, and he rather enjoyed the pained groan the girlish boy made.

Chad gazed at Desmond's small, pink anus. He was very familiar with it. He had licked it, even smelled it. His fingers had been knuckle-deep in it before. He pushed up against the foxcoon's ass cheeks with all his strength. He grunted, pushing with his hips and pulling on Desmond's ass; the fox groaned as his bruised, raw ass was manipulated so roughly.

"Come on, baby," he whined, "fuck me..."

"I'm [i]trying,"[/i] Chad grunted. He ground against Desmond's ass crack, cock sliding through plush fur. The big bull shuddered and huffed. It was the same trap he always fell in. He pushed Desmond down with a thud, pinned him by his shoulders and thrust his hips into the girly boy's round ass with everything he had.

"Uh, fuck, come o-o-on," Chad groaned, sounding desperate. He pushed and he mashed and he ground on Desmond, but his cock didn't so much as brush the foxcoon's anus. Yet the fur and warmth was having its effect on him, making his cock twitch and spurt its surprisingly copious precum. He snorted, "Come on! This isn't fair!"

Desmond, despite the pain and the consequent tears in his eyes, grinned back at Chad. "Ya still can't get it in...?"

"Shush!" Chad snapped. He was blushing hotly, cringing, tail lashing. "Uh-, god, fuck," the bull shuddered. He pushed on Desmond's ass as the foxcoon reached back and pried open his cheeks as far as they would go. Between his brutish pushing and Desmond's cooperation, Chad's tiny cock popped into the foxcoon's tight, pink anus at last. The warmth and snugness was so much that Chad, with a gasp, fell against Desmond and started to shoot.

"Holy shit!" the bull breathed, ejaculating hard and hot into Desmond. Despite his micropenis he still had a bull's virility, and he pumped a respectable load into Desmond. An almost stupid grin spread broad across his snout and he crooned, "Ooh, fu-u-uck, that feels nice..."

"Ya fuckin' two-pump chump," Desmond spat, but he was grinning too, blushing with the bull. Being creamed always made him happy. He said with a titter, "Finally got some ass, huh, acorn?"

"Uh, yeah, finally," Chad sighed. "Holy shit. I gotta tell someone about this."

The bull pulled back and Desmond hardly felt it. He grabbed his phone and snapped a few pictures of Desmond's anus with a dribble of semen leaking from its barely-disturbed pucker. He made sure to include his glistening cock in the shots.

"Who're ya sendin' that to?" Desmond asked as he rolled onto his back. He shamelessly masturbated in front of the bull, and he reached for his ass and dug two fingers inside.

Chad watched the foxcoon go with a small smile. "Oh, you know... Bento, Brett, couple of the guys on my team. You think Dakota would wanna see?"

"Probably not," Desmond said. "Mm, hey, ya wanna take a minute and help me out here, baby?"

The bull wanted to see what his friends would say about his conquest, and in afterglow he wasn't terribly interested in sex, but he muttered, "Yeah, sure." He set aside his phone and he leaned close to Desmond. For a moment he sucked his fingers, wetting two of them until they dripped with slobber. The foxcoon slipped his own fingers out of his ass and obligingly lifted and parted his legs, presenting his anus.

Without pause, Chad sunk his fingers into Desmond's ass. The foxcoon was tight and hot as well as a bit slick; he blushed and grinned. "You have such a nice butt."

Desmond huffed but giggled. He held his shapely legs around the knees. When Chad started to fingerfuck his tight, gay ass, he cooed, "Thanks, sugar... yer lil' prick felt pretty good, too, once ya got it inside."

Chad laughed sheepishly. He leaned over Desmond and he gripped the foxcoon's cock. It was small in his fist, but he was used to handling very small penises. "Yeah? You liked it?"

"Mmhmm," cooed the foxcoon. His eyes drifted shut and his tail swished, then curled around Chad's middle. "It ain't all about size... I'll have ya know I've bounced on Brett's lil' weenie too. Feels pretty dang good. Curl yer fingers a little, baby."

"Like this?" Chad asked as he beckoned with his digits, raking them along the roof of Desmond's anal cavity. His fingertips pressed into the tender walls and inadvertently against the bean-shaped gland that was Desmond's prostate.

The foxcoon shuddered, curled his toes, and spurted his precum into Chad's gripping hand. "Mm, yeah. Fuck, baby. Yer fingers're so fuckin' big, though, I love that." He snickered. "Gawd, and when you were spankin' me? I damn near shot on yer leg."

Chad grinned. "You're such a slut. How many guys have you fucked, honestly?"

"Mm, uh," Desmond mewled, "lil' harder, sugar. Harder. Spread them fingers out, ya ain't gonna hurt me."

"Sure, babe," the bull rumbled, obliging the foxcoon by splaying his thick digits. Knowing full well the kind of abuse a cock could take, he jerked and squeezed harder on Desmond's small, twitching penis. Helping the foxcoon get off was making him stiffen again; Chad's erections happened in mere seconds due to his size.

Desmond huffed, clenching on Chad's fingers. He hung a leg over the bull's shoulder and he stroked over his own fuzzy chest, tweaking his nipples. "Aw-, ah, fuck, babe," he whined. "Ooh, gawd... I-I dunno how many guys I fucked, and that's the honest-to-god truth. Ain't I such a lil' shit?"

"Totally," Chad snickered. "You gonna cum for me?"

"Just about to, baby," Desmond groaned. He bucked against Chad's jerking hand and clenched tightly on his fingers. Suddenly he grabbed Chad's hand on his penis and held it still. He gasped, "Ah-! Ah, fuck yeah!"

The bull blushed and grinned when Desmond shot into his hand. The load wasn't very big, but Desmond moaned and writhed so much during his orgasm that the bull loved it anyway. He squeezed Desmond's tensing penis, then smeared the semen off into the foxcoon's plush belly fur. "Pretty messy," he huffed. "You sure love being fingered."

"Yeah, I do," Desmond huffed. He grinned at the bull but his ears were flat. He looked tired. "Speakin' of butt stuff, felt pretty good, havin' you squirt up there."

Chad chuckled. "Yeah? I thought it felt nice too." He leaned over the girlish foxcoon and kissed him on the lips. "I'm hard again. Wanna help me now?"

Desmond pawed at the bull's face. "We keep on goin' back and forth like this, it ain't never gonna quit. Lay back, acorn."

When Chad laid back and Desmond straddled him, the bull asked, "You gonna try to get my dick in your butt?"

"Nah. Too much work," the foxcoon snickered. He notched Chad's tiny penis between his fuzzy, hot ass cheeks. "Makin' ya nut in my butt crack always worked before. It'll work again. But," he prodded the bull's nose, "after this, ya gotta buy me some dinner.

The bull held onto Desmond's girly hips and urged him to start grinding and bucking. "Sure," he sighed. "I'll get you a nice big pizza. Spend my allowance on it."

"Ya [i]better,"[/i] Desmond growled, and smooched Chad on the lips. "Wonder what yer friends think of you actually gettin' it in my butt."

Chad slid his burly hands over Desmond's hips and back. "It can wait," he said, and he locked lips with the slutty foxcoon.