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Little fox boy just can't quite hold it in any longer", "writing": "\n\n\n[i]\t[/i][i]Ding-dong[/i]\n\n\tTrick-or-treating hours were long over at this hour, so who could it be? I briefly considered just leaving it, thinking it was going to be some stupid teenager playing a prank, but then it rang a few more times. Prank or not, I wanted it to stop. I pushed myself up off the couch and rounded the corner to the front door, not bothering to put on any clothes. Whoever it was could deal with me being in my underwear.\n\n\tI opened it and found something far different than what I’d expected. Kyle, my neighbor’s eight year old kid. He was a good two-foot shorter than me, and I suspected I carried groceries heavier than he was. The way he was hunched over made me panic for a brief second, thinking he must have been injured, and my ADHD brain jumped to a dozen worrying conclusions before I realized he was just twisting and turning. A lot.\n\n\tKyle was an adorable little fox with the typical markings and fluffy black hair. Tonight, however, it being Halloween and all, he looked like a lobster. His legs were held comically together at the knees, and I could see a zipper running down between his legs that kept them together to better look like a lobster. His paws were pressed to his crotch, and he was practically vibrating on the spot and had a desperate look in his eyes. It was… kind of cute.\n\n\t“M-mister, h-help! I can’t get my costume off,” he whined pathetically, giving me puppy-dog eyes and shuffling forward to seek help.\n\n\tI looked down, but couldn’t see what was wrong, entirely, but I could guess. “Where’s your parents?” I asked, glancing around outside.\n\n\tThat, apparently, was too slow, because Kyle whined and reached up to grab my wrist. “Please, please, help! Mister, I need to pee so bad,” he whimpered. “They’re at a party, and they said they’d be back late, and I got home from trick-or-treating with friends, but wanted to wear my costume a bit more cause I like it, and they left to a party, and I was watching cartoons, and then I had to pee, but I couldn’t get the zipper open, and—”\n\n\tThe poor fox was almost hyperventilating, and I just put a paw on top of his head to calm him down. “Whoa, okay, okay, come on in. Can… can you even walk in that?” I asked, frowning.\n\n\tKyle’s voice sounded quavery as he just pressed one paw to his crotch and held onto me with his other paw. “N-no, you’re only s-supposed to zip it f-for pictures,” he whined.\n\n\t“So, you had to shuffle the whole way here?” I asked, then realized I was just delaying the poor kit. “Shit, here, uh, let me help you.” I bent down and picked the kid up, holding him to my chest, pulling him inside and closing the door behind me.\n\n\t“M-misterrrr, hurry, I hafta pee bad bad bad,” he whined, his muzzle pressed to my neck, both paws pressed between his legs as I carried him.\n\n\tI wasn’t sure where to take him at first, but then figured the bathroom was as good a place as any. “Don’t worry, I’ve got some scissors, and we can just cut you out of it, okay?” I said, petting his back as I held him to my chest. One of his feetpaws was tucked up under my balls, though I don’t think he noticed.\n\n\tKyle just whined and shook his head, vehemently opposed to that idea. “No, we can’t!! I just got this costume. I can’t break it,” he wailed. He was making desperate little huffs and shaking in my grip, and I could tell there was no way to get him out in time without scissors. That was fine by me, because thinking about watching this cute little fox boy pee himself was making my sheath stir.\n\n\t“Fine, I’ll try to get the zipper open. You can hold it can’t you?” I asked, knowing full well that there was no chance of that.\n\n\tKyle nodded vigorously and shook in my arms as I carefully plucked him from my chest and put him in my shower. The tip of my cock was poking at my underwear, and I closed the glass door behind us as I stepped in with him. Kyle was bouncing in place, looking up at me with a doomed expression. It wasn’t like I’d brought him to stand next to the toilet.\n\n\t“Hurry, hurry, hurry,” he chanted under his breath, whimpering a bit as I sat cross-legged on the shower in front of him.\n\n\tI repositioned my swelling sheath so that the tip just bulged at the front, not really caring if Kyle saw it or not. He’d see it sooner or later. “Don’t worry. This shouldn’t take [i]too[/i] long,” I teased, grabbing the bottom hem of his costume and inspecting the zipper. It was jammed pretty badly, and I didn’t think I was going to be able to do anything about it.\n\n\tKyle didn’t look like he was listening, his face screwed up in concentration and his little muzzle and nose twitching. He was huffing quietly, trembling all over as he held his paws to his crotch, the lobster claws presumably left at home. He let out a low whine and I thought that maybe he had already lost the battle, but he just went back to dancing from paw to paw.\n\n\t“I p-peed a little,” he whined, and my cock throbbed, my own underwear now damp from pre at hearing that. I glanced up and could see a small dark spot where the costume pressed tight over his lap. He must have had a bit of an erection, because I could see a small bulge where his paws gripped and pressed.\n\n\tI played with the zipper, my face hovering close to his squeezing paws, and I could just barely smell him, so at least the little guy had been drinking plenty. Though, I suppose that’s why we were here. “You know, you can just pee if you want. I won’t tell your parents about anything that happens in here if you don’t,” I said, seeing my opening.\n\n\tKyle’s eyes looked mortified, and he shook his head. “N-no way! I’m a big kid, and big kids don’t pee themselves,” he whimpered, bouncing his little legs and twisting around.\n\n\tThat’s not what I’d heard from his parents, and I knew that, at least a year ago, he still sometimes wet the bed, but I wasn’t going to let him know I knew his secret when I was trying to learn about keeping them. “Maybe, but this is a special circumstance!” I pointed out, but he didn’t look convinced. “Look, how about we both promise to never talk about anything that happened here? No one has to know.”\n\n\tKyle frowned, thinking that over as he whined and twisted, making cute gasps. “O-okay, no one will know! But I’m not gonna pee myself anyway!” he insisted, gritting his teeth and breathing through his nose as he tried to hold back.\n\n\t[i]Yeah, you are, kid, [/i]I thought, but just shrugged. “Here, just lean against the wall and try not to move too much,” I said. Even if I had no intention of actually getting him free now, he kept jerking around so much that I couldn’t have if I wanted to.\n\n\t“I can’t! I can’t. Hah, hah. Rrf, mister, hurry, please. I gotta pee,” he whimpered, though his trembles died down as he leaned into the corner of the shower and kept both paws clamed over his crotch. The dark spot had grown a bit under his paws.\n\n\tI grabbed the zipper and was holding onto it when I that it had a little latch that locked it in place, and it wasn’t jammed at all. Hell, I hadn’t seen anything like that, and I’m not surprised the kit had missed it either. I was surprised enough that I’d already unzipped halfway to his knees before realizing I’d just freed him. “Oh, uh—”\n\n\t“Y-yes! Yes! Hurry! Help me t-take... hah… wait, wait wait… no no no no no,” he was making cute, huffy noises and practically doubled over from trying to hold it in.\n\n\t“What? What is it?” I asked, my eyes taking in his cute lobster-printed leggings under the “skirt” I’d finally unzipped. They were definitely more noticeably damp than the outer layers of his costume had been, and my own underwear was as equally sticky from pre just by watching the poor kid’s predicament.\n\n\tHe was gulping down breaths of air to keep from full-blown sobbing, and he just squeezed his legs together tightly. “I hafta lift my arms up to take the costume off, but I can’t let go of my thingy or I’m gonna peeeeeeee,” he whined.\n\n\tI already had a “solution”, but I decided to torment him a bit by appearing to consider the problem. His eyes were screwed shut in concentration and he danced in one spot, some of the lobster feelers or antenna or whatever bobbing about comically. “Okay, how about this. On the count of three, I’ll yank your costume up off your head. You just gotta lift your paws for one second, okay? Do you think you can hold it for one second?”\n\n\tKyle opened his eyes to look at me, his face contorted into a grimace as he held back the flood. “Y-yeah, I can.”\n\n\t“Good boy, come here. Let’s get you close, and on the count of three just lift your paws and I’ll pull it off. Then we can get your pants off and you can pee! Sound good?” As I talked, I put my own back against the shower wall and pulling him to stand between my spread legs. My underwear bulged obscenely, and I could see his eyes flick to it, but he was too distracted to do anything but nod hurriedly.\n\n\tI gripped the edge of the lobster façade, and he stiffened, trying not to bounce too much in place. “One… two… three!” He lifted his paws, and I tugged hard on the costume, pulling it up and out of the way.\n\n\tMaybe when he’s older, Kyle will know like I did that it was a doomed plan from the start. I knew it would never work but had a high probability of me getting what I wanted. The kit didn’t lift his head back far enough for me to slide the costume off quickly enough, and it was a tight fit, even for him. There was too much friction to do this as quick as I said, and most deviously of all, he had a pervy wolf pulling him off balance.\n\n\tKyle squeaked as I pulled his costume about halfway off, but at an angle that sent him forward towards me. He spasmed and yelped, muffled from inside his costume as he collapsed against me and I could feel a burst of warmth where his stiffy poked through his costume’s leggings and against my chest. “Whoa, are you okay?”\n\n\t“Help, mister, it’s coming!! Hah, nooo, no no no,” he whined, struggling and flailing in his costume, trying to get his arms free. His hips bucked against me, and he whimpered, trying to hold it in, but was failing. He kept trying to hunch himself in half to get his paws back to his crotch to stem the tide, but it was too late for that.\n\n\tEven still, I reached up and boldly clamped a few fingers down around the bulge in the kit’s leggings, feeling his wet stiffy poke against my palm as I squeezed. He didn’t even protest the touch but just grunted and bucked his hips against my grip. “Hold on, I got you. Almost free.”\n\n\tKyle sniffled and whined as I finally got the costume free of his arms and his paws darted to my own, both gripping it with determination. I thought at first he was trying to pull my paw off his little cock, but he was pulling my paw against him. “Hah, I-I can’t hold it. I can’t hold it. I can’t hold it. Hah, mister… mister, mmf, don’t let go,” he whimpered, eyes looking around as if for an answer.\n\n\tI felt a bit bad for the kid, but I wasn’t going to complain if he asked me to keep holding his dick. I just wanted him to hold mine some day. “Rrf, it’s okay, Kyle. But… if I can’t let go…” I started to loosen my grip on his stiff little member, and I felt a burst of warmth against my paw pad as he couldn’t help another jet of kit pee.\n\n\t“N-no! Please, mister, please!!” Kyle whined, forcing my paw to clench down on him again as he hung his head in shame. He made a desperate whimper and humped against my paw, his head tucking up under my chin. I felt him shake and buck before a long whine signaled the end of his battle.\n\n\tThe young fox just slumped against me, and I wrapped an arm around the back of his neck, petting him and holding him to me while my other paw gripped his cute little stiff member. It throbbed in my paw and a hot torrent of kit pee pumped out over my paw and down my wrist. He soaked my chest and paw for a few seconds before the flow cut off and he made a strangled little gasp.\n\n\t“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I—”\n\n\t“Whoa, Kyle, hey, buddy,” I said, laughing and nuzzling the top of his head. “It’s okay, alright? If you have to go just go,” I said, telling him it’ll be alright.\n\n\tHe whined and shook his head. “No, it’s… it’s…”\n\n\t“We’re in the shower. Just pee and I’ll clean us off, okay? No one has to know, remember?” I said, petting his back as he trembled and shook against me. His hips made adorable little grinding motions into my paw that kept his cock stiff.\n\n\tI gave him a minute to think about that and was worried he might never respond when I felt his body shudder then go limp against me and he whined again. He relaxed and with it, another hot gush of warm fox pee drenched my paw, chest, and lap. He leaned hard against me, muzzle pressing firmly into my throat as he unloaded and I just slowly relaxed my grip on his member until I was giving it small strokes as the last few spurts of urine came from his little member. Poor guy had probably been holding it in for a while before finally deciding to ask for my help.\n\n\tThe whole time I just told him it was going to be okay and pet the back of his neck, nuzzling between his ears. He relaxed far more than I would have assumed, and even after he stopped peeing, finally, he just leaned against me and sighed quietly. My front was drenched from the neck down, and I was hard enough that my knot was in danger of getting stuck in my sheath. Kyle was still stiff as a nail against my palm, but he made no effort to pull away.\n\n\t“You feeling any better, kid?” I asked, rubbing the boy’s back and neck, still gently stroking his dick with my other paw and hoping he wouldn’t suddenly freak out.\n\n\tInstead, he just nodded quietly and shivered as he pressed his cock against my paw. “Mmn, y-yeah? I feel better… and sleepy…” he mumbled, his demeanor much calmer now that he wasn’t holding back that dam. “Y-you promise not to tell my mom and dad I… I peed on you?” he asked, his voice starting to quaver a bit.\n\n\tI just laughed and turned his muzzle with my own so I could kiss his cheek. “No way, we promised, right?” I said, rubbing his back and giving his cock another squeeze.\n\n\tKyle thought about it for a second before nodding. “Okay.”\n\n\tI went to pull my paw away from his cock, and his paws held my paw in place, his hips pressing forward one last time as if testing that new, interesting feeling, but he didn’t say anything and just let my paw trail away. He’d had an overwhelming enough night, and we could talk about that funny feeling another time.\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "


\tDing-dong

\tTrick-or-treating hours were long over at this hour, so who could it be? I briefly considered just leaving it, thinking it was going to be some stupid teenager playing a prank, but then it rang a few more times. Prank or not, I wanted it to stop. I pushed myself up off the couch and rounded the corner to the front door, not bothering to put on any clothes. Whoever it was could deal with me being in my underwear.

\tI opened it and found something far different than what I’d expected. Kyle, my neighbor’s eight year old kid. He was a good two-foot shorter than me, and I suspected I carried groceries heavier than he was. The way he was hunched over made me panic for a brief second, thinking he must have been injured, and my ADHD brain jumped to a dozen worrying conclusions before I realized he was just twisting and turning. A lot.

\tKyle was an adorable little fox with the typical markings and fluffy black hair. Tonight, however, it being Halloween and all, he looked like a lobster. His legs were held comically together at the knees, and I could see a zipper running down between his legs that kept them together to better look like a lobster. His paws were pressed to his crotch, and he was practically vibrating on the spot and had a desperate look in his eyes. It was… kind of cute.

\t“M-mister, h-help! I can’t get my costume off,” he whined pathetically, giving me puppy-dog eyes and shuffling forward to seek help.

\tI looked down, but couldn’t see what was wrong, entirely, but I could guess. “Where’s your parents?” I asked, glancing around outside.

\tThat, apparently, was too slow, because Kyle whined and reached up to grab my wrist. “Please, please, help! Mister, I need to pee so bad,” he whimpered. “They’re at a party, and they said they’d be back late, and I got home from trick-or-treating with friends, but wanted to wear my costume a bit more cause I like it, and they left to a party, and I was watching cartoons, and then I had to pee, but I couldn’t get the zipper open, and—”

\tThe poor fox was almost hyperventilating, and I just put a paw on top of his head to calm him down. “Whoa, okay, okay, come on in. Can… can you even walk in that?” I asked, frowning.

\tKyle’s voice sounded quavery as he just pressed one paw to his crotch and held onto me with his other paw. “N-no, you’re only s-supposed to zip it f-for pictures,” he whined.

\t“So, you had to shuffle the whole way here?” I asked, then realized I was just delaying the poor kit. “Shit, here, uh, let me help you.” I bent down and picked the kid up, holding him to my chest, pulling him inside and closing the door behind me.

\t“M-misterrrr, hurry, I hafta pee bad bad bad,” he whined, his muzzle pressed to my neck, both paws pressed between his legs as I carried him.

\tI wasn’t sure where to take him at first, but then figured the bathroom was as good a place as any. “Don’t worry, I’ve got some scissors, and we can just cut you out of it, okay?” I said, petting his back as I held him to my chest. One of his feetpaws was tucked up under my balls, though I don’t think he noticed.

\tKyle just whined and shook his head, vehemently opposed to that idea. “No, we can’t!! I just got this costume. I can’t break it,” he wailed. He was making desperate little huffs and shaking in my grip, and I could tell there was no way to get him out in time without scissors. That was fine by me, because thinking about watching this cute little fox boy pee himself was making my sheath stir.

\t“Fine, I’ll try to get the zipper open. You can hold it can’t you?” I asked, knowing full well that there was no chance of that.

\tKyle nodded vigorously and shook in my arms as I carefully plucked him from my chest and put him in my shower. The tip of my cock was poking at my underwear, and I closed the glass door behind us as I stepped in with him. Kyle was bouncing in place, looking up at me with a doomed expression. It wasn’t like I’d brought him to stand next to the toilet.

\t“Hurry, hurry, hurry,” he chanted under his breath, whimpering a bit as I sat cross-legged on the shower in front of him.

\tI repositioned my swelling sheath so that the tip just bulged at the front, not really caring if Kyle saw it or not. He’d see it sooner or later. “Don’t worry. This shouldn’t take too long,” I teased, grabbing the bottom hem of his costume and inspecting the zipper. It was jammed pretty badly, and I didn’t think I was going to be able to do anything about it.

\tKyle didn’t look like he was listening, his face screwed up in concentration and his little muzzle and nose twitching. He was huffing quietly, trembling all over as he held his paws to his crotch, the lobster claws presumably left at home. He let out a low whine and I thought that maybe he had already lost the battle, but he just went back to dancing from paw to paw.

\t“I p-peed a little,” he whined, and my cock throbbed, my own underwear now damp from pre at hearing that. I glanced up and could see a small dark spot where the costume pressed tight over his lap. He must have had a bit of an erection, because I could see a small bulge where his paws gripped and pressed.

\tI played with the zipper, my face hovering close to his squeezing paws, and I could just barely smell him, so at least the little guy had been drinking plenty. Though, I suppose that’s why we were here. “You know, you can just pee if you want. I won’t tell your parents about anything that happens in here if you don’t,” I said, seeing my opening.

\tKyle’s eyes looked mortified, and he shook his head. “N-no way! I’m a big kid, and big kids don’t pee themselves,” he whimpered, bouncing his little legs and twisting around.

\tThat’s not what I’d heard from his parents, and I knew that, at least a year ago, he still sometimes wet the bed, but I wasn’t going to let him know I knew his secret when I was trying to learn about keeping them. “Maybe, but this is a special circumstance!” I pointed out, but he didn’t look convinced. “Look, how about we both promise to never talk about anything that happened here? No one has to know.”

\tKyle frowned, thinking that over as he whined and twisted, making cute gasps. “O-okay, no one will know! But I’m not gonna pee myself anyway!” he insisted, gritting his teeth and breathing through his nose as he tried to hold back.

\tYeah, you are, kid, I thought, but just shrugged. “Here, just lean against the wall and try not to move too much,” I said. Even if I had no intention of actually getting him free now, he kept jerking around so much that I couldn’t have if I wanted to.

\t“I can’t! I can’t. Hah, hah. Rrf, mister, hurry, please. I gotta pee,” he whimpered, though his trembles died down as he leaned into the corner of the shower and kept both paws clamed over his crotch. The dark spot had grown a bit under his paws.

\tI grabbed the zipper and was holding onto it when I that it had a little latch that locked it in place, and it wasn’t jammed at all. Hell, I hadn’t seen anything like that, and I’m not surprised the kit had missed it either. I was surprised enough that I’d already unzipped halfway to his knees before realizing I’d just freed him. “Oh, uh—”

\t“Y-yes! Yes! Hurry! Help me t-take... hah… wait, wait wait… no no no no no,” he was making cute, huffy noises and practically doubled over from trying to hold it in.

\t“What? What is it?” I asked, my eyes taking in his cute lobster-printed leggings under the “skirt” I’d finally unzipped. They were definitely more noticeably damp than the outer layers of his costume had been, and my own underwear was as equally sticky from pre just by watching the poor kid’s predicament.

\tHe was gulping down breaths of air to keep from full-blown sobbing, and he just squeezed his legs together tightly. “I hafta lift my arms up to take the costume off, but I can’t let go of my thingy or I’m gonna peeeeeeee,” he whined.

\tI already had a “solution”, but I decided to torment him a bit by appearing to consider the problem. His eyes were screwed shut in concentration and he danced in one spot, some of the lobster feelers or antenna or whatever bobbing about comically. “Okay, how about this. On the count of three, I’ll yank your costume up off your head. You just gotta lift your paws for one second, okay? Do you think you can hold it for one second?”

\tKyle opened his eyes to look at me, his face contorted into a grimace as he held back the flood. “Y-yeah, I can.”

\t“Good boy, come here. Let’s get you close, and on the count of three just lift your paws and I’ll pull it off. Then we can get your pants off and you can pee! Sound good?” As I talked, I put my own back against the shower wall and pulling him to stand between my spread legs. My underwear bulged obscenely, and I could see his eyes flick to it, but he was too distracted to do anything but nod hurriedly.

\tI gripped the edge of the lobster façade, and he stiffened, trying not to bounce too much in place. “One… two… three!” He lifted his paws, and I tugged hard on the costume, pulling it up and out of the way.

\tMaybe when he’s older, Kyle will know like I did that it was a doomed plan from the start. I knew it would never work but had a high probability of me getting what I wanted. The kit didn’t lift his head back far enough for me to slide the costume off quickly enough, and it was a tight fit, even for him. There was too much friction to do this as quick as I said, and most deviously of all, he had a pervy wolf pulling him off balance.

\tKyle squeaked as I pulled his costume about halfway off, but at an angle that sent him forward towards me. He spasmed and yelped, muffled from inside his costume as he collapsed against me and I could feel a burst of warmth where his stiffy poked through his costume’s leggings and against my chest. “Whoa, are you okay?”

\t“Help, mister, it’s coming!! Hah, nooo, no no no,” he whined, struggling and flailing in his costume, trying to get his arms free. His hips bucked against me, and he whimpered, trying to hold it in, but was failing. He kept trying to hunch himself in half to get his paws back to his crotch to stem the tide, but it was too late for that.

\tEven still, I reached up and boldly clamped a few fingers down around the bulge in the kit’s leggings, feeling his wet stiffy poke against my palm as I squeezed. He didn’t even protest the touch but just grunted and bucked his hips against my grip. “Hold on, I got you. Almost free.”

\tKyle sniffled and whined as I finally got the costume free of his arms and his paws darted to my own, both gripping it with determination. I thought at first he was trying to pull my paw off his little cock, but he was pulling my paw against him. “Hah, I-I can’t hold it. I can’t hold it. I can’t hold it. Hah, mister… mister, mmf, don’t let go,” he whimpered, eyes looking around as if for an answer.

\tI felt a bit bad for the kid, but I wasn’t going to complain if he asked me to keep holding his dick. I just wanted him to hold mine some day. “Rrf, it’s okay, Kyle. But… if I can’t let go…” I started to loosen my grip on his stiff little member, and I felt a burst of warmth against my paw pad as he couldn’t help another jet of kit pee.

\t“N-no! Please, mister, please!!” Kyle whined, forcing my paw to clench down on him again as he hung his head in shame. He made a desperate whimper and humped against my paw, his head tucking up under my chin. I felt him shake and buck before a long whine signaled the end of his battle.

\tThe young fox just slumped against me, and I wrapped an arm around the back of his neck, petting him and holding him to me while my other paw gripped his cute little stiff member. It throbbed in my paw and a hot torrent of kit pee pumped out over my paw and down my wrist. He soaked my chest and paw for a few seconds before the flow cut off and he made a strangled little gasp.

\t“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I—”

\t“Whoa, Kyle, hey, buddy,” I said, laughing and nuzzling the top of his head. “It’s okay, alright? If you have to go just go,” I said, telling him it’ll be alright.

\tHe whined and shook his head. “No, it’s… it’s…”

\t“We’re in the shower. Just pee and I’ll clean us off, okay? No one has to know, remember?” I said, petting his back as he trembled and shook against me. His hips made adorable little grinding motions into my paw that kept his cock stiff.

\tI gave him a minute to think about that and was worried he might never respond when I felt his body shudder then go limp against me and he whined again. He relaxed and with it, another hot gush of warm fox pee drenched my paw, chest, and lap. He leaned hard against me, muzzle pressing firmly into my throat as he unloaded and I just slowly relaxed my grip on his member until I was giving it small strokes as the last few spurts of urine came from his little member. Poor guy had probably been holding it in for a while before finally deciding to ask for my help.

\tThe whole time I just told him it was going to be okay and pet the back of his neck, nuzzling between his ears. He relaxed far more than I would have assumed, and even after he stopped peeing, finally, he just leaned against me and sighed quietly. My front was drenched from the neck down, and I was hard enough that my knot was in danger of getting stuck in my sheath. Kyle was still stiff as a nail against my palm, but he made no effort to pull away.

\t“You feeling any better, kid?” I asked, rubbing the boy’s back and neck, still gently stroking his dick with my other paw and hoping he wouldn’t suddenly freak out.

\tInstead, he just nodded quietly and shivered as he pressed his cock against my paw. “Mmn, y-yeah? I feel better… and sleepy…” he mumbled, his demeanor much calmer now that he wasn’t holding back that dam. “Y-you promise not to tell my mom and dad I… I peed on you?” he asked, his voice starting to quaver a bit.

\tI just laughed and turned his muzzle with my own so I could kiss his cheek. “No way, we promised, right?” I said, rubbing his back and giving his cock another squeeze.

\tKyle thought about it for a second before nodding. “Okay.”

\tI went to pull my paw away from his cock, and his paws held my paw in place, his hips pressing forward one last time as if testing that new, interesting feeling, but he didn’t say anything and just let my paw trail away. He’d had an overwhelming enough night, and we could talk about that funny feeling another time.
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