The ocean was one of the last places Seth wanted to be. With black fur, the sun practically baked the poor kitten. Mere minutes under its oppressive rays made his fur hot to the touch. However, he was powerless to deny his parents a beach trip. The sky was totally clear. A vibrant, shining, miserable sun casting its rays on a sea of beachgoers all flocking into the water. He was huddled under an umbrella, shielding himself from the sun’s wrath while his parents rose and fell with the churning waves with the rest of the beach goers. 

	He rested his chin on his knees. He didn’t know why he even bothered to change into his swim trunks, like he was going to leave the umbrella for more than a few minutes at a time. In fact, his parents were busy. He could just go change back and bury his face into one of the books he brought along. The desire to be comfortable in his own clothes instead of the slightly too small swimming trunks he had on outweighed his reluctance to go into the sun, so he left the umbrella and headed for the wooden changing house just beyond the sand. 

	Seth never felt more grateful for cheap dollar store flip flops as he stepped off the sand and onto the even hotter asphalt. Thankfully, inside the bath house, it was relatively cool thanks to the absence of the sun. It was totally empty, some welcome relief from the crowds outside. The entrance was where the lockers were. A wide, empty space save for a few benches and lockers that lined the wall. Some sinks lined the wall opposite of the lockers. 

	Seth retrieved his street clothes from his locker and made his way to the nearest open booth. Only, the booth that he’d thought was empty was indeed occupied. An old, ancient looking fennec fox was sitting on the bench. His legs so short Seth hadn’t seen them from beneath the curtains covering the stalls. Those legs were spread wide open on that bench. Between them, the fennec’s cock was rigid, quite long in contrast to his tiny stature. It looked like he could just bend forwards a bit and suck himself off. Seth tried to pry his eyes away from the fennec. But the bouncing of his throbbing, leaky member brought his eyes back each time. 

	Despite the fact someone had just walked in on him, and someone so young on top of that, the fox made no effort to cover himself. Instead, he brought his paw back to his cock and stroked again. The foreskin rolled over the head, showing off just how much pre-cum he’d been gushing. The idea of getting off in public must’ve been exciting for the old man. His pubes, white as snow, were overgrown, covering a good inch of his shaft at the base. 

“What’sa matter kid? Never seen a dick before?” The fennec was shameless. His voice echoed in the empty bathhouse. 

“I-I’m sorry for not checking if anyone was in here, I’ll just go-” Seth began to say before the fennec cut him off. 

“Wait. If you help me out, I’ll give you some spending money. How’s that sound? You want an ice cream right? It’s sooo hot out…” The fennec said with a smirk. 

Seth could’ve just left, but ever since his visit with his grandfather, he’d been craving that sort of experience again. The money was just the icing on top of the cake. Against his better judgment, he nodded shyly, and stepped closer to the pervert. 

“Good boy…” 

	Before Seth could even touch the fennec’s cock his bony hands came to rest upon his head and forced it into the bushy pubes of his crotch. They were warm to the touch, seems like he’d been out in the sun for a bit before coming in here. Seth could only smell sweat and potent musk from those curly pubes. The old man’s cock pulsed against his cheek as his hips pushed upwards, grinding the kitten’s face into his musky bush. 

“Get my scent nice n’ worked in there… you’ll smell like me for a while, little kitten.” The man said between raspy, breathless pants. 

	Once he let Seth’s head go, he pressed his slick cockhead to his lips, and watched the kitten’s tongue eagerly dart out and start to clean the sheen of pre-cum soaking his foreskin and bright pink cockhead. It tasted different than his grandpa, but similar enough. He swirled his tongue around the loose foreskin, lavishly lapping over the old man’s cockhead as his shaft pulsed with delight against his tiny mouth. Seth opened his mouth and took the cockhead into it, only able to fit a few more inches before it pressed against his throat. 

	Of course, that wasn’t going to stop the fox from forcing him further. His hands returned to his head, and Seth felt the hot, rigid length of the man’s dick force his throat open. He mewled against the invading shaft, but his head was only able to go downwards. Down and down, until the man’s scraggly bush tickled his nose again. Only this time, his saggy, huge balls were pressed against his chin as well, growing slick from the saliva drooling from Seth’s mouth. 

	For as old as he was, the man’s hips moved with impressive speed. In the empty bathhouse, the sounds of Seth’s face clapping against his crotch reverberated off the walls. His balls, hefty and low hanging, swung to smack the kitten’s chin with each thrust. Drool trickled down the man’s shaft to his balls, dampening the white-gray fur there. Pre-cum poured from the head of his dick, right down Seth’s throat and over his tongue. 

	He was already close, Seth knew. In a few more pumps of his hips, the old man shamelessly grunted and groaned, moaning loudly as his dick throbbed and jumped within the kitten’s throat. His balls drew close to his body as he unloaded into Seth’s’ throat, keeping his nose buried deep in his bush as he filled the kitten’s belly with his cum. 

“Swallow it, nnf… swallow it all if you want that money you little slut.” The fox struggled to speak as he rode out his orgasm. 

	Eventually, the fennec finally pulled his dick out of Seth’s mouth. It glistened in the sunlight that streamed into the bathhouse, soaked in Seth’s saliva and traces of the fox’s load. The fennec simply yanked his trunks up, and fished around in the pockets until he procured a crumpled twenty dollar bill that he set into Seth’s paws. 

“Thanks, kid. This’ll be our little secret, right?” He ruffled Seth’s headfur and waltzed out of the stall like nothing happened. 

	Seth got changed, hastily scrambling back to the beach towel he was resting at. When his parents returned, they simply remarked about the fact he changed so soon, oblivious to what had just happened in the bathhouse, or the money in the kitten’s pocket.