Kenai finished drawing the last line on his notebook when the bell announcing the end of the day echoed throughout the classroom. The boy, just turned thirteen, gathered his things and put them in his Kitsune Warriors backpack, and walked out while the other children ran out of the place; there was a fire called Friday that gave the students the perfect excuse to leave school like crazy.
Behind the teacher, Jasmine walked out, the most beautiful girl in school, the most beautiful dragon in the classroom, Kenai's secret love. She had always been attentive to him, she smelled good, and her green scales were sparkling like gems. Luckily, today would be the day the young bear would confess his love for the dragon, he had even bought her a chocolate bar as a gift!
The boy waited, every plan works as long as it is executed at the exact moment; the teacher retired, the cheetah twins, the bully shark ... there! She is alone, the perfect moment!
With hurried steps, Kenai approached his beloved and touched her shoulder to get her attention, "Excuse me, Jasmine! Do you have a moment?" mumbled the bear. The girl turned around puzzled and stared at the boy, "Kenai! What's wrong?"
With his hand trembling, the bear took out of his trouser pocket the bar of chocolate, in purple wrapping paper with black specks and a red bow, and presented it to him. "Jasmine, would you like to be my girlfriend?" The dragon frowned and rejected the gift with her hand, "Excuse me, Kenai, but I'm not interested in those things, at least not with boys ..." she made it clear, while a tear fell to him. "Despite that, we can always be friends!" Jasmine said, with an energetic tone. She gave the boy a kiss on the cheek and left.
Kenai went back to the classroom, sat in his place, and was crying silently, alone, with a heavy broken heart. The cold inside him was externalized, what would he do now? The only girl, the most important of the world, does not care what he feels, it no longer makes sense even touching the ground. He only thought about going home, getting into his bed, and never going out again.
The classroom door slammed open and the janitor came in with his bucket and mop while talking on the phone. He was a young fossa, in his mid-twenties, quite skinny and a little tall, a little over six feet, hunched over and scruffy.
"Brother, females are for sharing! What's mine is yours! Besides, she allowed me! I swear!" the guy said, raising his voice a little, "No ... NO! That's a fucking lie! We had a few beers when you left and suddenly she wanted me to fuck her!" There was an awkward silence, "Well! I'm sorry you have a whore for a girlfriend!" the janitor yelled at his cell phone, closed it, and put it in his pocket. "Everybody fucks her and when I put my dick in her I become the worst friend in the world ... fuck you."
The fossa dipped the mop in the bucket and when he was about to start cleaning the floor he saw the little bear crying at his desk. The janitor put down the mop and approached the boy, "Hey! Go away, I have to clean the classroom!" he said, giving the little one a shove.
The little bear gestured with his shoulder, "I don't care!" he yelled at the janitor and kept crying.
"Oooh fucking shit!" he grumbled the fossa, sighed, and sat next to the boy, "Tell me, brat ... what happened?"
"Jasmine didn't want to be my girlfriend!"
"Oooh my fucking god! Why the hell do you want to have a girlfriend your age?! I’m sure you don’t even have pubic hair around your balls!"
"Yes I have!" answered the bear with a cry.
"Well, I believe you, but why do you want a girlfriend?"
"My dad told me that at my age he had already had two girlfriends, and I loved Jasmine!"
"So ... Jasmine rejected you but the real problem is that you don't have a girlfriend?" asked the fossa, making a gesture of distaste with his mouth.
"Yes ..." said the boy, and hid his head in his arms.
"Well ... I could be your boyfriend," the janitor proposed.
"But ... you are a boy!" replied the bear.
"And what is the problem? We are in the 21st century! Don't be ungrateful!" said the man, got back to his feet, and extended a hand to the boy.
The boy blinked in shock and took the man's hand, "Are you sure?" he asked incredulously.
“Yeeeeeesh!”
A huge smile formed on the bear's face and he gave the fossa a big hug, "Oh my god! That's great! I have a boyfriend!" fervently celebrated the boy, as if he had reached one of the most important milestones in his life.
"That's great, it's what I've been waiting for for so long. Now move your ass and go home, I have to finish cleaning the classroom," replied the fossa with the typical tone of boredom that he had learned to use from his previous work in a supermarket.
"But ... wait, if we're going to be dating I need to know your name. My name is Kenai."
"Okay ... My name is Ramiro," said the janitor.
"You are very pretty, Ramiro!" exclaimed the bear, with a huge smile on his face.
“Uhmm… thanks?”
The fossa turned and went for his mop, dipped it in the bucket, and when he turned around the boy was still there, standing, smiling, and looking at him without blinking. Ramino gritted his teeth and slammed his mop into the bucket of water; he approached the boy with heavy steps and asked, "What is missing?"
The boy took his cell phone out of his pocket, "Rami, I need your phone number!"
"Uuurg! Give me!" The man replied annoyed and took the cell phone from her hands. The boy had his phone full of minigames, and a drawing of kitsune warriors on the wallpaper; the cell phone was old and low-end, so slow that it took Ramiro almost five minutes to add his contact. When he finished, he handed it back to the bear, "That's it. And don't call me Rami, that's gross!"
“Two knots not cat?” asked surprised the little guy.
“Yeah, it’s a nickname. Now move your ass!”
"Okay, sorry love. I'm leaving. I left you a gift on the table! I love you!" Kenai said, waving as he left.
"Bye! Go home!" growled the fossa. On the table was a small package, poorly wrapped, wrinkled, and with a red ribbon. Ramiro unwrapped it, "A cheap chocolate?" he said, before taking a bite, "Shit, at least it's got peanuts."
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That same night…
The fossa turned off the tap and got out of the shower. With his body completely wet, he walked to his room, and without bothering to dry off or put on any clothes, he lay on his bed and grabbed his cell phone. He searched through his contacts and began to write to someone who had a photo of a lioness hugging a wolf.
Hey! Camila! I just took a bath
Come home!
I want to fuck that hole all weekend!
Cool!
The other day I was about to ask you for a nose clip when I was sucking your cock
But sorry baby, not tonight!
I have a whole wolf knot for me!
Aff! Come on!
Don’t waste your time with that virgin fag!
Pluuuus! two knots are better than one!
Ramiro, don’t be a bitch
Okay… tomorrow?
Next week!
Really?! Oooh come on!
Cry me a river!
Have a nice weekend with your hands!
Bye, dude!
“Fucking bitch…” growled the fossa, dropping his mobile to a side and closing his eyes. A dim light from the streetlamps was filtering through the window into the darkness of the janitor's apartment, the silence was absolute but it was interrupted every few minutes by the engine of a car.
Twenty minutes later, the light on the phone came on, and a soft ring indicated that a new message had arrived. Ramiro reached out his hand, grabbed the device, brought it to his face, and unlocked it. Squinting until accustomed to the bright light, he searched for the message, it was from an unknown number.
Hi, honey! How are you?
Who the fuck are you?
It’s me!
Kenai
Your boyfriend!
Dude, it’s 11 pm! Aren’t you supposed to be sleeping?
I know…
But my parents are out of the city and I’m bored…
Sooooo?
Do you want to come home and watch a movie with me?
I have Pawsney plus!
Ramiro sighed and put a hand to his face, this Friday got better with every second that passed. The fossa thought for a moment until another message arrived.
Rami…
Are you there?
Yeah… I’m here
Tell me, dude, Do you have some beers in the fridge?
Hmm… let me check
Yes! My dad has a six-pack!
Cool! Give me your address!
Are you coming?!
Yeah! Let’s drink some beers and watch a movie!
Our first date!
Yeah…
Address!
Okay!
There!
I’ll wait for you!
See you later!
Ramiro stretched and opened the link of the address that the boy had given him; about twenty-five minutes by motorcycle. He jumped off his bed, dressed in the first thing he found, took the keys, and went for his motorcycle. "Free beer, here I come!" said the fossa, raising a fist in the air and kicking it to start the bike.
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A noisy motorcycle stopped outside the house, and two seconds later, three knocks sounded on Kenai's door. The boy got up from the sofa and rushed out to attend. When he opened the door, in front of him stood a tall, thin, dressed in a black leather jacket and blue jean pants, black boots, black gloves with red lines, and holding the motorcycle helmet in his hand.
“Ramiro!” The little bear happily received his boyfriend.
"Hello, brat!" replied the fossa, patting him on the head and entering the house.
Kenai closed the door and hugged Ramiro from behind; the leather felt cold from the trip, but where the bear's hands joined he could feel the warmth of the skin, the belly of his beloved.
“Dude, what are you doing?” asked the man.
“I’m hugging my boyfriend!”
Ramiro snorted, he freed himself from the embrace and walked away from the house, “Where is that booze?”
The bear caught up with him, taking hurried steps, took him by the hand, "The kitchen is this way!" the boy commented.
The house was quite large, luxury was not abundant but the place was quite comfortable, colorful rugs, soft armchairs, a huge television, and some elegant paintings decorated the walls. The kitchen was huge too, about the size of the fossa’s bedroom, stainless steel cookware hung from the ceiling next to the stove, walnut countertops, a microwave with thousands of buttons, and a huge silver refrigerator with two doors.
Ramiro opened the fridge, with the little boy looking at him to the side, and there it was, a six-pack of Dragon's crown beers, the most expensive shit in the store!
The adult took a beer, opened it, and took a long drink, leaning against one of the kitchen furniture, gave a loud burp and thought for a moment, then he looked at the little idiot and asked, "Why do you have a shit cell phone? "
"Oh! My parents bought me a new one a month ago, but I changed it to Jasmine because hers was a bit old," said the boy, as he swayed with his hands behind his back.
Ramiro laughed and shook his head as he smiled, "You really like to get fucked, boy!"
Kenai turned his head to the side and stared at him confused, "Why?"
“Look…”
The sound of the house bell interrupted the fossa.
"Pizza!" Kenai yelled and ran off.
Ramiro rushed to follow the boy, "Pizza?"
"Yeah! I ordered a pizza for dinner, silly!" the bear replied with a chuckle.
Ramiro made a gesture of disgust, went back to the kitchen to get the rest of the beers, went to the dining room, took off his boots, his jacket, and lay down on the sofa in front of the television. As he sank back on the cushion, he continued drinking beer.
Kenai paid the delivery man and went with the pizza to the living room, put the pizza box on the coffee table, and sat next to his boyfriend on the couch. The boy grabbed the remote control and turned on the television; In front of them was unfolded a huge list of children's and family movies, series, and musicals, "Woow! There's the new movie! Barkinghome! Do you want to see it?" the bear asked excitedly.
Ramiro took a slice of pizza, took a bite, put his feet up on the coffee table, and with his mouth full of food, asked "No porn?"
"What is porn? A new movie?"
"You are thirteen and you don't know what porn is?"
"No, sorry Rami ... is it important?"
"It's when two people are horny and fuck!"
"Oooh! It's sex! Sorry, my parents won't let me see those things ..."
"Okay brat, put the movie on."
Kenai hit the play button, got up for a moment to turn off the lights, and quickly returned to the couch. The film told about a couple of feral canines that were left abandoned during a move and had to cross the entire country to find their owners again, guided by the will of their first world country and the power of friendship.
An hour and a half later, the pizza was gone and there was only one beer left; Ramiro had had to put up with the laughter, gasps of astonishment, and the occasional embrace of emotion. At one point, the fossa closed his eyes trying to rest and not suffer too much from the effect of the alcohol, but he jumped when a small hand took his. Turning his head, there was the little bear, grinning like an idiot, "Damn! I thought it was a spider ... dude ... what are you doing?" Ramiro asked, somewhat annoyed.
"I read on the internet that to be a good boyfriend I have to hold my partner's hand whenever I can" replied Kenai, without letting go of the fossa's hand.
"That's bullshit! Do you really want to do couple stuff?" Ramiro asked, opening the last can of beer.
"Yes! I want to be the best boyfriend in the world so that you love me very much and we get married!" said the little bear with such emotion that he seemed about to explode.
"Everything?"
“Everything”
"You will not regret it?"
"No! I love you, Ramiro!"
"That's fine, take off your clothes," ordered the fossa, in a calm tone.
“uuh… what?”
“Get naked!”
“But…”
“This is what you wanted, right?”
“Yes…”
“Then be a good girlfriend and take off your clothes!”
“A-a girlfriend?”
“Yes! I’m the older guy here, so you are the girlfriend!”
“O-okay…”
“And do you know what a good girlfriend does?”
“Love her boyfriend?”
“Obey!” shouted the fossa.
“Yes!” screamed Kenai.
Trembling, with some fear, the little bear began to take off his clothes; every time Kenai took off a garment, Ramiro whistled, raised his beer, and drank. When the boy was left alone in his underwear, he crossed his legs and covered his crotch with both hands, his head lowered, ashamed.
The fossa threw the empty can on the ground, and stood up, approaching the bear with a huge smile, wiggling his hips, "What's wrong, love? We're a couple, don't be ashamed!" Without losing the smile on his face, Ramiro lowered his pants, revealing his huge and hanging balls, the fossa had not bothered to put on some underpants, "See? It's not a big deal! Now your turn, my love!"
Kenai, still hesitant, pulled down his boxers, exposing his tiny genitals. Ramiro knelt in front of the boy, and with a smile took the bear's penis with his hand, "Look at that little cock! Come on, touch mine."
With his shaking hands, the boy took the man's balls, "They're ... warm," Kenai muttered.
Ramiro chuckled, and patted his boyfriend's head, "Sure, they're full of cum, waiting for you."
“F-for me?” Kenai asked, gulping.
“Yes! Now tell me, what happens when a wife and a husband fucks?” asked the fossa, stroking the boy's back, slowly lowering his hand to his buttocks, squeezing firmly.
"The mother gets... pregnant" Kenai replied, straightening his back at the feel of his lover's hand.
"That's right, my love! When you have my children in your belly we can get married," said Ramiro, with a wicked smile, while sniffing the boy's neck, and with his other hand he caressed his boyfriend's stomach.
"But ... I don't have a vagina, and the father has to put his penis in the mother's vagina," Kenai replied, moving his eyes between the head of the fossa and the hand, which was digging into the fur of her belly.
"That's true, my love. But obedient kids like you have a special little hole ..." the adult explained. Then, assisted with both hands, he spread the bear's buttocks, and with the precision of a sniper, he sank the half of his index finger into Kenai's hole. The boy let out a loud gasp, and leaped forward, hugging his fossa and closing his eyes. "There!" Ramiro said, laughing out loud.
Kenai anus closed tightly, squeezing the invading finger, which made him shake his back and burn his hole, “Wait!” the pubert moaned, but the finger continued to advance, making Kenai squirm, clenching his teeth tightly, "shhh ... bear it," the fossa whispered, finishing sinking his finger.
Ramiro left his finger inside Kenai, and with his other hand grabbed the boy by the hair, forcing his face to face him, "Who is my beloved girlfriend?" said the eupleridae, keeping that sinister smile that let all his teeth gleam, while the drool trickled down the sides of his mouth.
“M-me… but it h-” Kenai's words were interrupted by the huge tongue of the fossa, working its way through his small mouth, occupying it and searching violently for his throat. Tears welled up in the boy's eyes, and desperately he tried to get out of Ramiro's hands, but the difference in strength was enormous, so he had to put up with that finger that was digging inside him and that twisting tongue with a bitter taste in his mouth, choking him.
The bear's hands were holding his boyfriend's shoulders, squeezing him and trying to separate, his toes contracted trembling as the finger in his anus slowly came out, causing the flesh to close tightly, fearing to open again. The next thing to come off was the man's tongue, leaving a string of saliva, leaving the child coughing, his snout moistened, kneeling, and heaving.
Kenai stared at the floor, watching his tears fall on the carpet. Something warm touched his forehead, looking up he could see a long tube of meat of at least ten inches, and two thick protrusions covered with spikes.
"The finger was a little help for this, love," said the fossa, holding his phallus and giving a little tap with it on the boy's face.
"But ... it's huge!" said the bear, taking a little distance. "Can't we do something else?"
Ramiro stood up, walked over to Kenai, and lifted him off the ground. Caressing his back, the fossa told the boy, whispering in his ear, "My love, this is what all couples do, they fuck. Don't you trust me?"
Kenai looked down, embarrassed. He hugged his boyfriend and gave him a peck on the cheek, "Sorry ... you're right."
“It’s okay, buddy. Now I’ll love you, pushing all my dick inside of you,” explained the fossa, with a calm tone.
“It’s fine…”
“You’ll never forget this day, my boy”
“Rami…”
“Yeah?”
“Is it going to hurt?”
“Yes, it’ll hurt a lot,” answered the cynic man, hugging his boyfriend.
“There is no other way?”
“No, my love. But I promise you that you’ll like it, with the time.”
“Okay… What should I do?”
Ramiro left the little bear on the couch, caressed his face, and pushed two fingers inside of Kenai’s mouth, for fun. Then, the fossa took off his shirt and gave himself some strokes on his dick, “On four, and lift your tail.”
Kenai gulped, got on all fours resting his snout on the armrest of the couch, and lifted his hips as high as he could. The fossa spanked him and squeezed that thick bear ass, causing the boy to jump up and squeal.
Ramiro knelt behind his boyfriend, stretched back, creaking his back, straightened up again, and with both hands, the man forcefully separated the little bear's cheeks. Moving his tongue inside his mouth, he gathered up a lot of saliva, and spat it into the small hole in front of him, wetting it and making it throb as some of the saliva dripped downward, moistening Kenai's testicles.
The little cub closed his eyes, feeling that long dick rubbing between his buttocks, sometimes trying to contract his hole’s muscles when one of those barbed knots made contact with the soft skin.
With his hand, the fossa positioned his meat torture tool ready to penetrate that tiny virgin hole, just a little reddened for the previous fingering, and pushed.
Kenai gasped when the tip kissed his hole, but nothing more happened. Another thrust, rougher, that made a splat sound by all the saliva but didn’t reach more than the previous push. The big virgin killer stick of Ramiro was soft, causing it to bend when he was trying to put it in his boyfriend.
“It's not as bad as I thought,” said Kenai, sighing.
“It’s not working…” growled the fossa.
“What? Why?”
“Don’t fucking know! It’s been a long time since the last time I fucked a guy…”
“Is it my fault?”
“Yeah…”
“I’m sorry, Rami…”
With a strong spanking that did squeal the little bear, Ramiro said, “Go and get some dress from your mother!”
“B-But…”
“Who’ll be the mom here?”
“Me…”
“Then you should have the appropriate clothing, no?”
“Yes…”
“Good! Move your ass! I’ll be waiting for you here, honey!”
Kenai ran up the stairs and into his parents' bedroom, while the fossa lied down on the couch with his legs spread, feeling the soft surface caressing his balls.
Ten minutes later, Ramiro was stroking his dick with the nudes of his friend’s girlfriend, when the slap of heels on the hardwood floor caught his eye. In front of the fossa was Kenai, wearing a long red dress, heels, lipstick, shadowed eyes, and his cheeks flushed.
The man jumped up from the couch and, with his precum dripping dick in front, and getting harder, walked excitedly to his boyfriend, “That’s. My. Girl!” shouted Ramiro, and took a pic of the trembling boy.
“T-thanks…”
“Here, touch it,” ordered the fossa, presenting his wet manhood.
The boy grabbed his boyfriend’s meat tube, it was an iron stick. Kenai gulped and a precum jet stained his face.
“Now I can put some babies in you!”
“Y-yes…”
Ramiro saw a short table with a vase and grinned. He grabbed the vase, put it on the floor, and patted the table, “Lie down here and lift that fat bear ass, honey.”
Kenai leaned against the table and spread his legs. In front of him was the wooden railing of the staircase, the light was dim, and all he heard were his boyfriend's gasps, which became more and more desperate.
Ramiro lifted the little bear’s dress, covering his face with it, revealing again that little unused ass. The fossa was slightly disappointed when he didn’t see some cute panties covering that treasure, but was compensated by smelling a delicate women's perfume.
Same procedure: spread cheeks, sonorous and mean spit, and that, now hard, meat tip. With that monstrous dick positioned at the door of the little boy’s hole, Ramiro firmly grabbed his boyfriend’s hips, slightly sinking his nails into the flesh.
“Do you love me, boy?”
“Y-yes, I love you.”
“Good, let’s count three.”
“Okay…”
“One!”
“One…”
“Two!”
“Tw-AAAAAHHH!” loudly yelped Kenai when a strong thrust painfully stretched his no more virgin anus.
With a violent move, the boy tried to get away, but the man had a good grip on him. “It hurts me!” cried Kenai, and instantly was rewarded with another rough push, “IT HUR-!” tried to yelp again but the fossa’s hand closed his snout, squeezing so hard that the boy could feel his teeth trembling. “Don’t fucking cry! Bear it like any good female!” shouted Ramiro.
Still, with muffling whines, and terrible burning pain, the fossa leaned over his boyfriend, pushing in his first barbed knot. Kenai’s eyes opened wide when the pain turned into suffering, his tears fell, washing his makeup, wetting the table and the dress over his head. None of this stopped the long and hard fossa’s stick, with that mean knot pulling apart and scraping the boy’s bowel walls mercilessly.
Ramiro kept doing it, while his drool was falling over the bear’s back. When the second knot got in, Kenai was pounding the table like crazy, with his whole body shaking, his feet were hanging in the air, and his forbidden screams puffed out his cheeks. The feeling of fullness in the bear’s stomach was just like his pain, infinite.
Suddenly, the thrusts stopped, the fossa let out a sigh after a long growl and dropped down himself on the boy. Kenai began to feel a liquid heat spreading in his guts.
“I-It… hurts… “ whined the child, resting his face on a pool of his own drool.
When the man’s dick softened, he took it out without care producing a big splash of cum, falling like a waterfall from Kenai’s ass; an open and swollen hole that was throbbing, trying to close without succeeding.
Ramiro looked for his cell phone, knelt next to his boyfriend's ass, and took several photos smiling, showing his finished work, a completely destroyed butt.
“It hurts…”
The fossa stretched, crackled his neck, and he walked to the kitchen, dripping cum from his hanging flaccid dick, still outside of his sheath. He took a piece of cheese from the fridge and went back to where the boy was.
“It… hurts…”
The mean man grabbed his boyfriend by his wrist and dragged him to the bathroom. Ramiro took off his dress and threw it on the floor. He turned on the shower faucet, put his boyfriend under the water, and then he went in.
With the warm water wetting their bodies, the fossa pushed the boy against the wall and fucked him again, this time without covering his mouth. Kenai’s cries rumbled all over the bathroom.
“It hurts…”
After the bath, Ramiro looked for his boyfriend's bedroom, took him to his bed, and slept naked with him. Hours later, the man woke up in the middle of the night with a boner, he looked next to him and smiled.
That night and throughout the weekend, a lot of screaming could be heard coming out of Kenai's house. The boy had gotten what he wanted, an attentive boyfriend who loves him madly and does not want to be separated from him.
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