Evergreen park

The small park was situated in a spruce forest on the outskirts of town, away from all the noise. Several short alleys intertwined with each other with their narrow paths and surrounded a small playground, designed in a fairy vernacular style. On such a clear hot day as today, it was very comfortable and refreshing to be here.

Many loved to come here with their children and pets, to jog around or just to walk and breathe the fresh air, but today there was not a soul around, just a fox and a big brown lump of fur on its legs, which was his dog. It was minding its own business nearby, occasionally running up to the man sitting lonely on the bench to the side of the playground, seeking his affection or asking him to throw a stick or a spruce cone. 

It would have been an ordinary quiet day if the fox's sight had not caught on a kitten that was approaching the park, looking under his feet and kicking something. As he got closer, the man was able to take a closer look at him. The kitten seemed to be no older than ten, dressed in a T-shirt and cardo shorts, slim, even miniature, with a cute little face on a rounded head with pinkish ears protruding on it. Reddish-gray fur covered his body, sliced with darker stripes.

The child wandered leisurely around the playground, moving from one attraction to the next, actively chatting about something to himself as the fox traced his path, occasionally glancing around the still-empty park. Once he had made his way around, the cub finally moved on to the attraction next to the adult, who was now keeping his gaze on him. The man's dog, very friendly by nature, came up to the kitten and started sniffing him. He was afraid of it at first and stepped away, but when he saw nothing aggressive about it, soon started petting its fluffy head and ears.

With a soft whistle, the man called his dog to him, drawing the cub closer as well, who finally turned his attention to the pet's owner. It was a middle-aged adult fox, but who had already acquired some silver in the redness of his fur, which gave him a certain respectable look. Starting at the tip of his muzzle and along his upper lip, the white fur went over his cheeks and continued down the front of his neck. The dark fur was present only on his ears, tinting them black on the outside.

“Do you like the doggie?” the fox said, stroking the pet's head and looking at the boy.

“Yeah. It's cute,” the kid replied a little shyly.

“And clever,” said the man, throwing the stick, and the dog immediately rushed after it, and then, also speedily and happily wagging its tail, brought it to the owner. “Call her up and throw her a cone or a stick, she'll be only glad to play.”

The boy knelt and, unskillfully whistling, called out to the pet, waving the stick. Her ears twitched, and the dog turned around, quickly locating the source of the sound, and ran toward the kid, tail wagging in anticipation.

“Catch!” commanded the kitten, throwing the piece of branch, and the dog obediently performed the action, returning the item. This was enough to bring immense joy to the child. He began to play with the animal, asking to fetch a stick or a cone, then running back and forth with the dog, from time to time lavishing her with his strokes. Soon, however, both were tired out, and when the pet was already reluctant to obey commands, the fox called the kitten to sit down next to him on the bench.

“Having fun?”

“Yeah!” the boy nodded, panting heavily.

“Good,” said the fox smilingly, wrapping his arm around the boy's shoulder and giving him a gentle squeeze. “I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Evan, and this is Mop.”

“My name is Max. And why Mop?” wondered the kid.

“Nice to meet you!” said the man, grabbing and shaking the kitten's paw. “As a puppy she liked to attack the mop and hold onto it with her teeth while I tried to clean the floors, and the nickname stuck with her. Even now she reminds of a shaggy mop, doesn't she?” they both laughed as they looked at the dog, who was resting in front of them, sprawled out.

“Why are you walking alone? Where are your parents?” asked the fox.

“My mother is cooking dinner and my father is at work.”

“And your friends? Do you have any?”

“Nah,” spoke the boy, frowning a bit. “The other kids are noisy and too aggressive in their games; I don't want to hang out with them.”

“I understand, I don't like loud kids either… But can I… and Mop be your friends?” said the fox, putting his arm around the kitten's waist and pulling him closer to himself with a little smile.

“Perhaps...”

The fox gently leaned his head against the kitten's, and so they both continued to sit alone on the bench for a while. Trying his luck, Evan ran his hand under the boy's shirt and, when there was no resistance from him, began caressing his soft side, slowly working his way down to the line of his shorts. Softly nuzzling his nose against the kid's cheek and inhaling his sun-soaked fur, the man was savoring this moment and stealthily rubbed his cock through the pocket of his pants.

Shortly, the kitten relaxed enough and started to purr softly. Taking this as a satisfactory sign to action, the man carefully traversed under Max's waistband, now caressing his pubic fur and already resting his nose against the little neck. The boy's breathing became heavier and his heartbeat quickened, but he was not willing to escape the fox's slick hands. Finally, Evan wrapped his thumb and forefinger around the cub's sheath and began gently stroking it up and down. He felt as the little cock immediately began to swell inside, pressing its tip into his palm, as soft moans began to slip from the kitten's lips.

“Feel nice?” whispered Evan, tickling the boy's ear with his breath.

“Mhm,” mumbled the kitten back.

“I can make it even nicer for you,” the man also said in a whisper, and the boy raised his eyes to him and nodded lightly in response. “Then come with me, so no one will disturb us,” said the fox, rising and calling his dog.

They made their way deeper into the park, and then turned onto an inconspicuous path into the woods, finally arriving at a lonely outdoor table. Evan told the cub to sit down on the edge of the bench, and himself squatted in front of him and began caressing Max's belly and sides again. The fox was sniffing the little body, crawling his muzzle under the shirt, and after a moment pulled down the zipper of the boy's shorts and snuggled into the exposed part of his white undies, inhaling yet another scent. He paused like that for a while, forcing his lungs to fill thoroughly with that subtle smell, which responded with a tense feeling underneath.

Without taking his muzzle away, the fox pulled lightly on the waistband of kitten's shorts and underwear and soon took them off completely, exposing the pink pecker sticking out of its sheath, the head of which was covered with soft barbs. By now he was sniffing the cub's crotch, scented with juvenile sweat, tickling him with his breath and burying his nose in the fur just below the little sack where the smell was strongest. Arousal clouded the man’s mind, and his hand slipped down his pants finding his blood-filling hot shaft and began to smear the thick drops of pre on it.

The boy watched with interest and embarrassment as the man sniffed his innermost parts, and felt his penis stiffen more and more with each passing moment. After a while, the fox lifted himself away from the kitten's legs, finally gasping for air and breathing heavily, rubbing his dick inside his pants and trembling with pleasure. Catching his breath a little, he reached to the kid's sheath with his other hand, pulling its soft skin back, and rushed down again, placing the little cock in his mouth. The kitten squeaked softly in surprise, almost falling backwards, and grabbed the adult's head, then turning his full attention to what was happening below. Evan passionately suckled and savored his cock while the little barbs tickled the man’s nimble tongue as he tried to get under the sheath.

“I feel weird...” the kitten meowed with a hint of panic, feeling a strange tension underneath.

“It's okay,” reassured the fox, pulling away for a moment.

Realizing that the boy was close, adult opened his mouth wide, sticking out his tongue, and clung to the boy's crotch, placing the entirety of privates into his muzzle, pressing his nose into the pubes. The fox breathed heavily into the cub's fur and edged his swollen cock, anticipating the imminent climax. He was moving back and forth, playing with the kitten’s sack, fondling each of his little testes, then going over to the shaft, licking and swirling his tongue around it. 

It all was too much for the boy, as he was moaning in pleasure, squirming and trying to get the fox's muzzle off of him. And when he reached his limit, he arched in a mewling moan, still holding the man's head, but now thrusting his pelvis forward. Shots of hot, watery liquid spurted out into the man's maw, who also reached his peak and, growling softly, spewed his seed, flooding his hand, pubes and underwear. After a while, when the still twitching little cock ceased its spurts, the fox let go of the boy, licking his shaft one last time from the base to its tip, triggering the last muffled moan, and finally swallowed the cub's first load, exhaling soundly.

“I'm sorry, I couldn't hold back,” said the fox, still panting and satisfyingly licking his stained hand and lips.

“It's okay...” coming to his senses, the boy replied. “You're still my friend...”