A little exercise to close out the weekend, that was how Sam liked to do things. It helped him wipe out the guilt he felt for slacking off on Friday and Saturday, and it helped him keep his figure taut and his ass at that sweet spot between tight and fat. With buds tucked deep under his floppy ears and some good beats, Sam did his squats and kept an idle eye on the rest of the gym, a busy place on a Sunday evening.

It wasn't unheard of for Sam to leave with phone numbers or a new acquaintance who wanted to jump into his bed. Sam was a handsome rabbit: compactly muscular, tan in fur, with curves where they mattered. He was also not particularly tall; the fact that his stature tended to attract men looking for somebody to fuck didn't bother him much, but being on top was what he preferred. He liked to top so much that the rare times when he didn't, he was still a powerbottom.

Sam was familiar with most of the employees at the gym. The owner, some burly white tiger, seemed to idle at bitchy but she at least said hello when he saw her. Out of all of the workers, the short black bear caught Sam's eye most frequently. The name on his uniform - stitched into the breast, not a tacky plastic tag - was Brett. Brett reminded Sam of himself in many ways: Brett was short, his rump was big and round, and his hair was two-toned. Sam's dreads were naturally brown, accented Pink. Brett had a fashionable swoosh of hair on his head, naturally brown but accented cyan.

Best of all was how Brett kept looking at him. That by itself wouldn't have meant much of anything but Sam knew queer interest when he saw it, and Brett wasn't very good at hiding it. That, or he didn't care to hide it. Either way, it worked for Sam.

As the evening started to turn to night, when streetlights came on and patrons started to thin out, Sam stopped his exercise (presently the treadmill) and pulled out his earbuds. He stepped up to Brett, who at the moment was wiping down one of the exercise bikes.

"Hey. Don't suppose you can go grab me a towel?" Sam asked, smiling at the bear. It was uncommon that he could look straight ahead at somebody. Usually he had to look up.

Brett's eyes narrowed slightly. Frigid and blue, Sam thought they were very pretty. "Um, sure. Don't go away." Brett set down his tub of disposable wipes and turned, started for the locker room. Sam followed two paces behind, feet as silent as a whisper on the tile.

In the empty locker room Brett took a clean white towel off of a shelf and turned, then recoiled at Sam's presence. The rabbit laughed softly, said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I just figured it'd be easier to do this back here."

"Do what?" Brett asked sharply.

Sam answered him with a kiss. It was shallow and brief, but he quite enjoyed the sticky tug of Brett's jowls. The bear blushed, hugged the towel, and Sam cracked a grin. "You're into guys, aren't you?"

"Um. Yeah," Brett huffed. "How old are you, dude?"

The rabbit blinked. "Uh, I'm thirty-one, why?"

Now Brett grinned, but there was a strange quality to it. His eyes were somewhat downcast. "'Cuz I'm like half your age. But if you still wanna, you know..."

"Oh. Oh, huh," Sam murmured, placing his paws on his hips. "Guess that changes things a little bit."

Brett uttered a single laugh. "Yeah. I hear that a lot." He offered Sam the towel, then asked, "Or was this just a way to get me back here?"

"Yeah, it was," Sam admitted with a chuckle. "Well, I'm not gonna screw a kid. In public, anyway. Wanna come home with me?"

The bear eyed Sam suspiciously. With his pink accent in his dreads and matching rings at the ends of his ears, Sam didn't look like the kind of creep boys his age were warned about. He just looked like a handsome guy, and Brett had a serious drought of those in his life. He put the towel back on the shelf and said, "My shift is over in half an hour."

Sam leaned in and smooched Brett's cheek. "So, seven? That's usually when I go home anyway." He winked behind his modern glasses. "I'll be waiting for you."

Brett watched Sam turn to go. He said quickly, "I guess I'll tell my mom I'm sleeping over with a friend."

"You wouldn't exactly be lying, huh?" Sam said in a friendly manner. "See you soon, cutie."

Sam exercised until seven, and a minute past the hour he spied Brett near the front desk, now in street clothes: a teal tank top and shorts so snug that no detail of the bear's curves was left to imagination. Brett was speaking to the white tiger who owned the gym when Sam came up. The tiger looked at Sam, smirked, and then shook her head at Brett.

"Yeah, whatever, Kushner. If I see your mom I'll just tell her you left with one of your buddies."

"Thanks, Andrea," Brett answered, then he turned to Sam.

The rabbit just smiled in his usual friendly way. He glanced at Andrea, gave her a polite nod which she returned, and then he asked Brett if he was ready to go.

"Yeah. Let's go," said the feminine boy. Sam walked ahead of him. Under the parking lot lights, they got into Sam's car.

The ride home was short and quiet. Sam wasn't much in the mood for music since he listened to plenty during his exercise. He detected a bit of nervousness in Brett. He asked, "You comfy? Want the AC on?"

"Nah, I'm good," Brett answered, gazing out the passenger window.

"All right, lemme know if that changes." Sam rubbed Brett's knee, slid his paw up to the boy's thigh. Brett's curves made him smile; the boy's soft huff and the way he eased apart his thighs only widened his smile.

Sam squeezed Brett's inner thigh then cupped the boy's groin. Brett quietly moaned, then he asked, "So, um, you a top?"

The rabbit slid his paw off of Brett's groin but kept it on his thigh, gently rubbing through coarse tan fur. "I like to top, yeah. Unless you wanna powerbottom." He glanced at the bear and grinned. "You know what that means, right?"

Brett scoffed in the way only a bitchy teenager could. "Duh, of [i]course[/i] I know what powerbottoming is. I do it myself, thank you very much."

"Pardon me," Sam sarcastically replied, but he was smiling. "We'll figure something out. Worst case, you and me can just watch a movie and snuggle."

"I can watch movies by myself," Brett said. "I want to get laid, dude."

"Man, don't we all," Sam sighed. He turned off into an apartment parking lot. The building was a tall red brick affair in a fairly cozy part of town. The rabbit cut the engine, unbuckled his belt, and Brett did the same. For a moment he sat quietly, eyeing young Brett under the streetlamp glow, his mind racing with lurid thoughts. It had been months since he had fucked in the backseat. With another adult he would have gone for it. Getting busted for that was one thing; getting caught in public with a kid was another beast.

"What?" Brett asked, a hint of insecurity in his voice.

Sam grinned. "Just thinkin' about bouncing that juicy ass on my prick."

Brett grinned back, but he also blushed. "Oh yeah? You gonna plow me?"

The rabbit leaned close. He pecked a kiss on Brett's lips and shivered. "Yeah. I'm gonna make that fat ass wobble." He nosed the bear, and then Brett kissed back briskly. "You like getting rimmed? Huh, you like having your ass tongued?"

"God, yeah," Brett cooed. His penis, small but very eager, pressed into his shorts. "Let's go... I can't fucking wait anymore, man."

Sam took the boy inside. He lived on the third floor. Brett paused by the elevator but Sam kept walking, and the bear soon followed. "That's the slowest elevator in the world," he said. "Stairs are quicker, dude. Good for ya, too."

The jog up the stairs left them both huffing softly, fur dewy with fresh beads of sweat. Sam unlocked his apartment and took Brett inside. Before the door could even latch the rabbit pushed himself on Brett, pinned him against the breakfast bar, forced a kiss onto him. Brett took it with a moan. His lips opened for Sam and his eager paws went for the rabbit's ass, squeezing round, sweaty cheeks.

Sam slobbered Brett's maw. His tongue was smaller than the wide, wet plane of Brett's tongue but he dominated the kiss regardless. He molested Brett with single-minded lust, squeezing fat and girly ass cheeks through thin, breathable shorts. The warmth and plushness of the boy excited the ass-hungry rabbit. He slopped his tongue out of Brett's mouth and said with noses touching, "What a fat, hot ass you got. It's like squeezing a couple pillows. No fucking way I'm waiting three years for this."

"Your-, your ass is pretty good too," Brett whined. He rubbed hips with Sam. Their penises were both stiff, and the difference in their sizes had become especially obvious. Brett forced his paws under Sam's shorts and he clutched the rabbit's cock in a tight grip. Sam grunted, smooched Brett; Brett moaned and kissed him back.

"Your dick is pierced?" the bear asked, a hint of wonder in his voice. "I've never been fucked by a pierced guy."

The rabbit grinned. "Guess tonight's gonna be special for you, huh?" He winked. "I've never busted a nut in a kid before, so we're both trying something new."

Brett laughed so nervously that it was more of a giggle. He looked away from Sam, but the rabbit only kissed his cheek and leaned against him. Groin to groin with Brett, he cooed, "Pretty nice, smooching on someone as vertically-challenged as I am. I don't gotta tilt my head back or nothing."

Again Brett laughed, less nervously this time. His small penis was throbbing, aching under his shorts. "Can, um-, can I get naked, or-?"

"Uh, duh?" Sam teased. "Get naked, dude. I ain't got a roommate or anything." As if to prove the point he stepped back from Brett and shucked off his own clothing, baring first his toned chest and flat belly, then his broad ass and thick penis. He watched the boy stare at his cock. It stood tall and hard, six inches of rabbit meat pierced twice: the classic Prince Albert in vibrant pink with a matching ring embedded in the underbelly of his penis.

Sam let the boy gawk for a few moments before he said, "That's your cue to show me your big fat ass, babe."

Brett grinned, blushed. "Yeah. Sorry. Just-, nice cock, man." He peeled off his tank top, then his shorts. Sam was impressed by the bear's lack of underpants, and was even more impressed by Brett's broad, heart-shaped posterior. The boy's small cock drew no remark. Sam was no bully.

"Um, so, ta-da," Brett murmured. He covered his small, stiff penis, while his eyes kept going back to Sam's member. "Uh, is that gonna hurt? Your-, your piercings, you know?"

"Actually," Sam nuzzled up to Brett and pecked his cheek, "everyone I fuck says they feel pretty damn good. Let's go and find out."

The rabbit took Brett by the shoulder, slid his paw down the boy's arm, locked fingers with him. He led Brett into the bedroom. Sam's apartment in general was tasteful, a surprise to the bear, who thought Sam's hair and love for pink meant his home would be wild too. There was a large, dark bookshelf against one wall, a computer desk in the corner with a gaming PC, and against another wall was a king-sized bed with purple linen and pink pillows. Sam coaxed Brett to sit on the edge of the bed, his feet on the floor, thick thighs parted somewhat.

"Nice cock," Sam said, no smugness or meanness in his voice. He knelt before Brett and cupped the bear's penis; it was no bigger than three inches, he gauged. "Uncut, too. Lucky." He pecked a soft kiss on its tip; Brett's moan told him the bear didn't get blown often. The rabbit considered giving Brett some quick head but he was hungry for the boy's big, black ass. He said, "Lay back, babe. Gimme some room to work."

"You're, uh, not gonna suck my dick?" Brett asked as he laid back on the bed.

"Not really my thing," Sam said. He could see the bear's ass crack now, see the hint of pink that denoted his asshole. He nosed into the boy's taint where a thin veneer of sweat made the fur glossy, and with the sweat came a subtle odor of musk. He snuffled the bear and he sighed. "Mm. Nice-smelling hole you got, Brett. You get musky on purpose?"

Brett huffed. "I try to keep my ass very clean," he snapped. "I don't like to be [i]musky."[/i]

The primness of Brett's voice left Sam smirking. "All right, all right. Not saying you smell [i]bad[/i] or anything, dude, just," another quick snort off the bear's ass, "ah, fuck. I can't help it, you just got a good smell going on here." He slopped his tongue over the edge of Brett's asshole. At this the bear tensed and moaned; Sam grinned and lapped again, and again. He let his tongue wander, letting it drift over the bear's taint, over his demure ballbag, onto his thighs. He kept sampling the teenager's musk as he ate, that being what he liked best. He murmured between his slurps, "Maybe I'll introduce you to a friend of mine, someone who likes to suck dick. Get you a nice beej, sound good?"

"Y-yeah, sure, sounds nice," Brett cooed. Precum dribbled down his penis. He asked the rabbit, "Cool if I jerk off?"

"Knock yourself out, dude," Sam coolly said, and packed his short snout back in, making a meal of Brett's anus. He prodded his tongue into the rim, opened it up a little bit. Fucking ass with his tongue was something the rabbit liked to do before he ventured in with his cock. He liked the taste and musk of unspoiled ass before he plundered it with his thick, pierced cock. Soon he was digging his tongue into the bear, Brett moaning and whining and jerking himself off. The noises the bear made were a source of pleasure for Sam. He watched the boy jerk off for a few moments, and then he closed his eyes. He could follow his nose and his tongue just fine.

Brett shuddered, moaned. Spurts of precum, large compared to his usual fare, shot from of his little cock. He knew he was getting his mess in Sam's dreads but he couldn't stop himself. He said in a low, lusty voice, "Oh, man, that feels good. I haven't had my ass licked in-, in a really long time, dude..."

Sam chuckled. He stroked Brett's leg in reassurance and went back in, enthusiastically resuming his snack. After a few more pumps of his tongue he slid it back, and he pulled Brett closer, simultaneously lifting his hips up. Brett did some of the work for him, and soon he had the boy almost curled inward, feet in the air with fat ass on full display. "Fuck, your ass is so goddamn big and [i]juicy,[/i] dude," Sam grumbled. His penis was throbbing, leaking precum on the carpet.

"Th-thanks, thanks man," Brett mumbled. "I'm, uh, really getting close, you know..."

"Just go ahead and nut, babe," said Sam, and he dived back in. He wrapped his lips around Brett's asshole and suckled it like he would a tit. Under his suction the bear's rim thickened and throbbed; Brett submissively whined and tugged his cock eagerly. Because of the way Sam had curled him, he was spurting precum all over his own desperate, blushing face.

The rabbit popped his lips off of Brett's anus and the bear gasped, then writhed, mewling with pleasure. "O-oh, oh shit," Brett whimpered. "Ohhh, [i]fuck,[/i] man..."

"Yeah, babe, you love that shit, don't you?" Sam grumbled. He smooched Brett's asshole, swabbed his tongue over it. He licked the bear's ballbag, tight and softly bouncing as the boy jerked off. Nosed into it, smelled his potent teenage musk, then dragged his nose down the bear's taint. Again he smelled Brett's anus, deep lusty snorts like the boy's musk was a line of coke on a glass table. He shuddered, gripped his own cock, and squeezed it, pushing his piercing into his shaft in a way that always made him throb. "Fu-u-ck, dude, your ass is a fucking [i]snack."[/i]

Brett's toes curled and his masturbation was so quick that his paw was a smear of color. "I'm-, um, I'm happy you like my butt," he bleated. "Oh, my gawd...!"

For a few more moments Sam smooched and suckled Brett's clenching, slippery pucker. He couldn't get enough of the boy's ass; the taste, the smell, the fatness. He pushed a finger deep into the bear, the middle one. Before he knew it he was knuckle-deep, and Brett groaned for him. Sam, grinning, pulled back his finger then forced it back in, this time with its neighbor. Brett's anal muscles were tight and hot around the rabbit's digits; Brett mewled for him, clenching irregularly.

"So fucking [i]tight,[/i] too," Sam huffed, and he fondled his own penis while he fingerfucked the boy. He curled his fingers, going for the bear's prostate, finding the tender gland without much effort spent. As he dragged his fingers across it, Brett moaned in a deep, shuddering way. Sam doted on the spot, pushing and teasing, only sometimes spreading open his fingers, subtly opening up the boy for later. "You gonna nut for me, Brett? Gonna cream for me, babe?"

Brett whimpered and squirmed, his anal muscles clenching down the more Sam tried to open him, but the rabbit's fingers were winning out. "Fuh-, fuck dude, holy shit," Brett cried out, and he stopped tugging his cock, just squeezed it and cringed with pleasure. His penis felt like it was about to burst, especially while he squeezed it so firmly. He whined, "I'm gonna cum, dude..."

Sam grinned, puff tail wriggling and cock flexing. He spread open Brett as wide as he could, forcing his fingers into a V for victory. Then he nosed into the space between his digits and he smelled the boy's unadulterated musk, sampling it right from the tender glands themselves. "Goddamn, Brett, you got the best ass I've seen in fuckin' [i]years,[/i] where you been hiding all this time?" He snaked his tongue into the kid, stole a lap on the stretched edges of his anus, and then started with the fingerfucking again. He stroked hard and deep over the bear's walls, but he kept coming back to the prostate; every time he touched it the boy let out a little shiver of a whine, a noise that said he was about to burst.

"Oh fuck, oh my god," Brett whimpered, stroking his penis slowly as if was edging himself. His body began to tense and tremble and then his anal muscles seized upon the rabbit's fingers. He groaned deep and low, cringing, baring his teeth and clenching his eyelids closed. His cock twitched, flexed, and then shot a fat rope across his boyish face. He moaned like a whore when he painted his own snout, messed his hair. His cum splashed across his teeth and streaked his snout.

"Yeah, babe, cum for me, cum for me-e-e," Sam indulgently cooed. He stroked the boy's prostate, worked it, milked it in a manner he was well-versed in. As he did so, he smelled and kissed the boy's taint, savoring anal musk and slightly soured sweat, little whiffs of pubescent body odor dwarfed by the natural smell of his asshole. He watched, smiling, as Brett ejaculated all over his face; he listened contentedly to the bear's whines and croons, better noises than any beats he'd ever heard. He asked Brett softly, "You feel good, baby? You love that shit, don't you? You can tell me. I ain't gonna tell anybody. This is just between us."

Brett shuddered. He licked his lips clean but didn't bother with the rest of his face or hair. "That felt amazing, man," he said softly. He sounded tired to Sam - but excited. He slowly uncurled himself, putting his feet on the floor and cutting off the rabbit's access to his hole.

Sam pulled back his fingers and rocked back on his knees. He stroked Brett's shapely legs, eyed his softening penis for a moment, and then nosed against it. He kissed it, took it past his lips and carefully under his overbite. A gentle suck was all it took to make Brett gasp and tense; the boy whined, "No, I'm too-, I'm way too sensitive, dude, stop."

The rabbit took his mouth off Brett's cock. The subtle taste of cum made him happy; he was proud of his work. He got on the bed beside the boy and snuggled close to him. His cock rubbed on Brett's flank, leaving a snail trail of precum wherever it dragged. He kissed the boy's cheek, then his neck, his chin. A low rumble rose in his chest. He asked, "Want to wait a little, or you up to have that fat butt fucked now?"

Brett blushed. He nosed with Sam and realized he was smelling his own musky ass on the rabbit's face, but it attracted rather than repulsed him. He smelled Sam's lips and nose, and after a moment the rabbit grinned and brought his fingers to the bear's nose.

The bear smelled them and shuddered, then recoiled somewhat. Sam laughed. "What's wrong, babe? That's your ass you're smelling."

"Uh, I don't really-, you know..."

[i]Seemed like you were enjoying it. At first, anyway.[/i]

Sam kissed Brett's lips; they were supple, sticky. Cocksucking lips if he'd ever felt them. "You don't gotta do anything you don't want to," the rabbit warmly said, although his erection pushing on the teen's hip said otherwise. "We can cuddle if you want, dude."

The bear grinned nervously. "Oh, no. No. I want more, I just-, um..."

Conversation lapsed. Brett curled his fingers around Sam's penis, stroked it slowly. He doted on the piercings, feeling them with his thumb, though he peered fondly into Sam's eyes and smelled the rabbit's snout delicately.

"Can I suck you?" Brett finally asked.

Sam grinned. "Does any guy ever say no to that? Of course you can."

Brett, with his sticky snout, nuzzled Sam and kissed him softly. Sam kissed him back but kept the kiss shallow; his cock throbbed idly in Brett's fuzzy paw. "Get yourself a mouthful, babe," he cooed. "I won't try to fuck your throat or nothing. Unless," he grinned, "you know, you [i]want[/i] that."

Brett grinned back. "Maybe some other time." He pecked Sam again on the lips, and then, to Sam's surprise, straddled his head.

"Oh, fuck yes," Sam rumbled, and wrapped his hands around the bear's thick thighs. He pulled Brett down and his snout slipped into the boy's ass crack. Happily he parked his nose in Brett's anus, and he sampled the boy's scent in long, lusty snuffles and slow, sighing exhalations.

"Weirdo," Brett murmured, but he was blushing and grinning. He doubled over and touched his nose to Sam's pierced penis. He nosed around the ring, smelling the rabbit's cock daintily. Then he lapped over it, used his broad bear tongue to slurp from the base to the tip, marbling the flesh with drool. He tasted Sam a few times, getting himself used to the flavor of unfamiliar cock, and then took Sam into his hot and humid maw.

Sam sighed under Brett's wide ass. He stopped snorting the boy's pucker and just reveled in the smell of his sweaty crack, sometimes kissing, sometimes licking Brett's anus. He closed his eyes and he stroked the bear's legs and sides, his back, his ass cheeks. In Brett's softly suckling maw, his penis flexed and spat runners of precum; it carpeted Brett's wide tongue, filled his mouth with rabbit musk.

Brett's generous drool ran down Sam's cock and soaked the fur of his groin, darkening it, warming it too. He cupped the rabbit's ballbag in a paw and savored the feel of it, gently rolling it through his fingers. He bobbed his head slowly, even cautiously. His sticky jowls tugged at the piercing embedded through Sam's shaft while the ring at the tip prodded the opening of his throat.

"Feels real good," said Sam, voice muffled by Brett's ass but intelligible. He squeezed Brett's rump fondly and slid his fingers through the bear's thick, dark pelt. The plump give of the bear's ass cheeks and his young, shimmering coat delighted him. Nothing made Sam's day like close contact with some fat ass cheeks.

"Mhm," murmured Brett around a mouthful of penis. He bobbed slowly, a little lower every time. The tip of Sam's cock prodded his throat again but the bear kept going, swallowing and easing in the rabbit's pierced meat. A shudder wracked his body and he fought the urge to gag. His face tightened into a cringe and tears glinted in the corners of his eyes.

Sam groaned underneath him, pawed over his ass and back in broad strokes. "Aw, yeah," he burbled from under so much heavy ass, smelling Brett indulgently, bracing his feet on the bed but holding back the urge to fuck the bear's face. "If I knew you fucking swallowed dick, I woulda hit on you [i]months[/i] ago."

Brett's throat tensed and squeezed and swallowed the rabbit's cock. All manner of wet, gurgling noises came out of his maw and so did sheets of thick, hot drool to coat Sam's groin. He moved his head slowly, let his throat and his jowls drag on Sam's cock. The piercing embedded in Sam's glans proved to be more pleasant than he expected, pushing against his throat's tight, dripping walls in a way the bear enjoyed.

"Fu-u-uck, dude," blurted Sam, gripping fistfuls of thick pelt on Brett's fat ass. "Holy shit, you're a pro, kid or not."

Spurred by the praise and eager to prove he was more than just a kid, Brett pushed down as far as he could go; Sam deeply moaned underneath him. Brett shuddered and tried to keep his composure but the piercing tickled him deep in his throat, that pleasant curve becoming more of an itch. He started to gag and he sharply pulled back, coughing just as Sam's cock popped free from his throat, spraying slobber across the rabbit's groin.

At first Sam seemed stunned by sublime pleasure - the sensation of one's cock popping out of a throat or an asshole was always a weirdly exciting one - but then he began to rub Brett's back, soothing the boy while he sputtered and coughed. He said, snout turned away and resting on the bear's ass cheek, "Slow down, dude, relax. Uh, you need a glass of water?"

Close to Brett's snout, the rabbit's cock sharply throbbed and flexed. Slobber glistened on its surface, thick as lube and messy with tiny bubbles. His cough subsided but he said with a smoker's voice, "I'm okay, I'm just-, I'm okay..."

Brett rolled off of Sam. Sam sat up and considered Brett for for a moment. He asked sheepishly, "Should I just jerk off?"

To the rabbit's relief, Brett shook his head. He got up, put himself up on his paws and his knees. His wide ass, noticeably heart-shaped at such an angle, wobbled from side to side as he gently swayed his hips. His small genitals hung below, inoffensive and inconsequential; he reached back and clapped a paw on his tubby ass, pulled the cheek to the side, and exposed his saliva-streaked anus. "I want you inside me," he murmured, his voice still rough.

"You got it," Sam said, grinning. "I'mma show you how a [i]bunny[/i] fucks, bro."

Brett looked back at Sam, looking ragged with slobber on his cheeks and tear-damp fur around his eyes, but all it took was a smirk to bring back his teenage swagger. "Yeah?" was all he asked.

"Yeah," Sam affirmed. He hunched over Brett, slotted his plump cock between the bear's generous ass cheeks, slid it up and down the sweaty and slobbery crevice of his crack. He only gave it a few rubs; the kid's throat had gotten him closer than he wanted to admit. Finishing in Brett's gullet would have been hot, he could have worked himself back up and really cored out the boy's asshole, but he settled for just finishing up in his ass. [i]Not like this is the only time I'm gonna screw this kid,[/i] he thought, grinning at the implications of having such a hot kid around for booty calls.

He gripped his cock, pushed it piercing-first into Brett's anus. The loosening his fingers and nose had worked on the boy was only mild now, but Brett opened up easily, and all the slobber helped. Brett crooned in bottom-bitch pleasure as Sam penetrated him and he rocked back on his knees, bumped his butt into the rabbit's groin.

"Your piercings feel awesome," said Brett, his voice almost smooth again.

Sam, leaning over Brett, licked the boy's ear. "Yeah, thanks. Goddamn, your ass is awesome." He yanked back his hips and smacked them back in; Brett's whimper made him grin big and toothy. "Smells musky, ass cheeks like a couple pillows, fucking [i]tight,[/i] too. You got it all, babe."

Pushing with his mighty legs and holding onto Brett like he meant to wrestle the boy down, Sam started to fuck him hard and wild. His pierced meat gouged out the bear, pink rings sliding over tender anal flesh, pushing on the bear's prostate with ease. Brett was passive beneath him, whimpering and gasping, pushing back but largely letting Sam do all the heavy lifting. His small, somehow girlish penis was stiff again, tensing, shooting beads of precum with each of its flexes.

The rabbit pawed around Brett's soft body. He groped rolls of baby fat, the barest hints of moobs. Fingers playing over stiffened nipples, sliding into greasy-sweaty armpits, stirring up pubescent musk and odor. He bit into Brett's neck, overbite dimpling but not breaking the flesh; Brett cried out, bleated for him, "Oh fuck, dude!"

"Uh-huh, mhm," Sam grumbled, hips pounding, legs pushing, bed squealing below the writhing mass of their coupling. His balls were getting tense and taut like he'd gone out in the cold naked; he was rearing up to dump his load into the girly boy but not just yet. He felt over Brett's groin and cupped his small penis, started to masturbate him, tugging with just a couple fingers. "Shoot for me," Sam breathed into Brett's neck and ear. He slurped the bear's head lasciviously. Smelled his earmusk, bit its rim, overbite drawing a bead of blood. Brett squealed under him, anal muscles tensing like vises.

"Fuh-, fuck, Sam," Brett brayed. His spine arched, butt perked into Sam's jackhammer hips. A steady, sharp slap punctuated Sam's every thrust, slobber and precum displaced with every plunging pound of his cock. The slop dribbled down Brett's small scrotum, spattered onto the bed.

Still Sam was biting, licking, kissing all over the boy's head and neck. He kissed Brett's cheek, exhaled breath dirty with anal musk across his face. "Cum, babe," Sam grumbled, confident brown eyes drilling into Brett's diffident blue gaze. Fingers working magic on the boy's penis, cock gouging him with every thrust, a rich smell of musky exertion wafting off of the rabbit. "I'm gonna-, I'm gonna bust a [i]huge[/i] fucking nut in this big, fat ass of yours, kid..."

Brett cringed and whined. His ass was sore, but in that way he liked; it hurt the way it did when his boss, big-dicked tiger that she was, gave him his bonus at the end of the week in the locker room. He grabbed for his cock, shooing away Sam's paw, knowing he could do it better himself. Sam settled for digging his musky fingers into Brett's maw instead, fingering that wide tongue, raking his digits over those big teeth. Brett burbled a lustful noise around the rabbit's musk-soaked fingers - his own musk, those fingers had been in his own asshole - and he sucked on them giddily.

"Yeah, yea-a-ah, you nasty, thick bitch," Sam panted, breathing harshly on Brett's nape. He hunched over the bear as tightly as he could, coiled like a spring and as close to Brett as a second skin. He slammed his hips into the bear's wobbly ass, just a few more claps, and then he stayed there while his cock flexed and his balls churned. He groaned deep and low when he ejaculated. The mess was enormous, filling up the teenage bear, but it stayed inside, not a drop wasted. He nosed into Brett's nape and he hissed, "C'mon and cum for me, dude...!"

"Ah'm-, Ah'm 'ryin-" Brett slurred around Sam's fingers - and then he finally obeyed. He kept jerking his little cock even as it shot, sending his second load splashing through his fingers. It spattered on the bed, watery and weak compared to the sticky, heavy load Sam had deposited; but Brett warbled with pleasure, suckling Sam's fingers, nipping them like an overeager cub at the teat.

Sam grinned, but its malevolence was tempered by afterglow. He nuzzled Brett's neck and slid his wet fingers out of the bear's maw. The tightening action of the bear's ass in climax was almost cloying; he shuddered against Brett's sweaty back as what felt like the very last of the cum he had in his balls was milked out of him. He rolled onto his side, pulling Brett with him, and when they were prone he hooked his leg over the bear's chubby thighs and licked his neck.

"That good for you, babe?" breathed Sam, before he peppered Brett's neck with several kisses.

The bear nodded softly. He seemed dozy after his second climax. Sam felt over his slight belly and Brett cupped his paw, squeezed it. "Yeah... thanks, that was really good."

Sam smiled. He squeezed back on the bear's paw, appreciated the subtly intimate contact of hand-holding. "Welcome, bro. I'll clap that juicy ass anytime you want." He yawned, rested on the bear, closed his eyes. He listened to the whisper of the bear's breathing and the quiet patter of rain against the window which had started to fall at some point during their lay. Then suddenly Brett's stomach gurgled, a deep and surprisingly loud noise.

"Um, sorry," Brett mumbled. Sam laughed.

"Don't be sorry, honey," he cooed. Nosed Brett's ear, delicately sampled the scent of it. "I guess, you know, I had all that ass but you didn't get much to eat, did you? Lemme order us some grub."

Sam tugged his cock free of Brett, and despite the rabbit having gone mostly soft, Brett gasped. A drool of semen rolled out of his somewhat gaped hole and Sam gave his ass cheek a pat. "Easy there, baby. You just rest. Let me take care of things."

"Thanks," Brett said, sounding young. He was always submissive, but even more so after a lay. "I'm, um, good with whatever."

The rabbit got up, but he knelt near the edge of the bed, and he kissed Brett with his musky lips. Slid a paw over his wild hair, into the fluffy pelt of his flank and hip. He wanted the bear again already, but he was getting hungry, himself. He settled for another kiss and he walked out into the living room, grabbed his cell phone. Pizza and bread sticks, that was always good; something nice and fattening to keep the boy plush and plump. He placed his order and knew from experience he had about twenty minutes.

Just enough time to eat some ass, his favorite appetizer.