The cab rolls to a stop at the end of a long concrete driveway, its passenger pressed against the window with eyes closed. The large black ears are folded over like a cushion between his head and the glass. “Sir?” the driver, a casually dressed white rat, addresses him. “That will be sixty-three dollars,” he continues.
The man fidgets awake and produces his wallet, barely conscious as he presents his card. “Just tap it,” he mumbles, rolling his head around as he slowly wakes up.
“Cash only,” the driver replies rudely. His accent is foreign, even to the well-travelled passenger.
Pulling two green notes from his wallet the man tosses them forward and flops out of the car. “Don’t worry.” The seven dollars change not worth listening to the shrill pitch. The trunk pops open and without assistance he lugs them two hefty bags from the dirty padded shell. As soon as the trunk is closed, the driver performs a U-turn and heads back to where they had come from.
Before him is a two-storey Victorian style home. The trek from the side of the road to the front door takes him a while, still barely awake. He arrives at the front door, banging his head and then fist impatiently. A light pair of footsteps dances for the door and the man stands upright, brushing a bit of black fur out of his eyes.
The heavy wooden door swings back revealing a grey tabby, a massive smile on his face as he lunges forward and embraces his guest. “Elliot!” he shouts happily, tail flailing everywhere.
Wrapping his arms around the smaller man in turn, Elliot places a soft kiss on his friend’s lips, squeezing him tightly. “Hey Ollie,” he whispers, stepping inside and holding the cat to him.
Blushing after being kissed and handled so softly Oliver peels back and adjusts his circular frames. “You look tired.” He reaches up and plays with the rabbit’s drooping ears, the black antennas usually directed skyward. “Need a coffee?”
“Sleep. Sleeeeep,” he drones and starts to wander upstairs. Elliot pushes open the bedroom door and lurches towards the bed, flopping onto the sheets face first. His ears are spread out at first, but as he rolls over he uses them like a sleeping mask.
Oliver follows behind him with the suitcases, tucking them in the corner of the room before settling on the edge of the bed. “Long flight?” He reaches across and gingerly touches his friend’s hand.
“26 hours no sleep need sleep,” Elliot groans, grasping the paw and pulling it closer to his chest. “Kitty sleep with me,” he says, tugging Oliver down and throwing an arm across his chest.
The feline lays there for a moment, smiling contently as the fingers gently run around his face. “I’ve got things to do,” Oliver replies, wiggling free and sliding off the edge of the bed. His friend doesn’t budge, his chest rising and falling slowly having quickly fallen asleep on the soft mattress. The alarm clock atop the bedside table shows 1:30, enough time to clean himself up in the shower before his son gets home from school.
2:30 comes around before he realizes, the fox comes bolting down the driveway, discarding his backpack just inside the house and heading to the living-room. “Is uncle smelliot here?” Everette bounces in place, snapping his head from side to side.
Oliver brings a finger to his lips. “He’s asleep,” he answers, pulling the cub onto the couch. “And no, you’re not waking him up.” Grumbling and frowning as he settles into the cushions, Everette pulls his father’s fluffy tail up and rests it between them. “I’m making spaghetti and meatballs for dinner, alright?”
“Mm, okay,” the boy replies with a few nods as he latches around his dad’s hips. There’s a tent in his pants requiring attention, but the cub has been adamant about not being touched for the previous two weeks. Probably the longest length of time he’s ever gone without either jerking off or having his father play with him since they first started engaging in sex. “Can we check if dad is on TV?” Everette asks, pawing at the controller.
His other adoptive father, Winston often races cars and this weekend is competing in a prestigious derby. Normally they would have taken a family trip, but the ten-hour car ride and clash with the arrival of their friend prevented the occasion this time. Oliver flicks the channel to Total Race Coverage, a channel solely dedicated to car races and interviews with drivers. “We are down here casting live from the Midwest Qualifier Garage ahead of their quarter-final race tomorrow,” the woman reporting is bubbly despite being surrounded by the gruff men. “Hi there.” She approaches one of the drivers in the process of undress, her microphone in hand. “We just got done speaking to the North-East qualifier Winston Wolfwood going through to Sunday’s final.”
“He won!” Everette screams excitedly and starts to dance in his seat, a smile from ear-to-ear.
“How do you think you will fare racing against such an aggressive driver?” she asks, extending the microphone to the man.
Taking his helmet off to reveal his face, a compacted set of ears springing out comically. “He’s the man to beat. If he gets set-up in third position and nobody budges him from there on the day. I’ve seen him race since he was nothing. If those southern boys in first and second don’t react, they’ll be taken off the track. Last ten laps if he’s in the top three he’s won it,” he answers with glowing praise.
“Wow so you don’t think you have a chance?”
“If I get through my qualifier it might be a different story, but that just depends on how things turn out in a few hours.”
“He won, he won!” Everette continues to sing. “I knew he’d win, I knew it.” He pokes his tongue out at the television like a child, squirming around.
“We’ll have to call him later,” Oliver says proudly with a smile across his face, petting his son’s shoulder to calm him down. The clock chimes at 4pm, time again having zipped by watching the interviews. He finally gets off the sofa and proceeds into the kitchen, flinging open the cupboards and retrieving the basil and spaghetti, the remaining ingredients nowhere to be seen. “Evan! I’ve gotta go to the store,” Oliver shouts and walks back through the living room.
“Can I play the computer?” Everette asks as he starts to crawl along the floor, tail swishing. His finger hovers an inch from the power button.
Looking at the time and conceding how long it’ll take for him to return, Oliver relents, “Sure kiddo.” He reaches behind the computer and pulls out the webcam, rolling the cable up and sliding it into his pocket. “Don’t think I haven’t seen them,” he says with a chuckle.
The fox looks up from the ground with a large grin. “Teehee~” He licks his lips and pulls down the back of his pants. Everette logs into his account, wiggling his rump in his father’s direction. Signing into an old PayPal account he points at the $900 balance. “Old men love seein’ ‘em too!”
“Honey,” Oliver starts in disgust but covers his mouth and strokes his chin in contemplation. The money could serve a better purpose than sitting there or in the paws of some perverts. An additional source of income would help them with mortgage payments. “I’ll deal with this later,” he says, shaking his head and walking out the front door.
A lofty sigh escapes the boy, left without a source of entertainment now that the camera has been confiscated. His pants are still down around his knees, the boy sporting a cushiony rear-end for his lithe frame, the white underwear hugging his ass tightly. He watches through the curtain for the car to pull out of the driveway and begins to scour the cabinet in search of his controller. Everette removes his pants completely for the freedom it provides, leaning over the back to check if it had fallen. “Ugh,” he groans and stomps his feet before he trots upstairs, knowing that Winston will have been the one to take it.
Noticing that his door is ajar he peeks inside and giggles, his uncle snoozing away, the black ears draped over his face. Everette looks at the clock and smirks knowing full well his father won’t be home any time soon. Sliding down his underwear and peeling his top off to reveal his white-furred belly, the cub approaches the side of the bed and carefully climbs up. His cock is blushing with the tip starting to protrude from excitement. Every breath and move is carefully timed to the man’s steady pace. Everette is soon belly to belly with his sleeping uncle and with bated breath, he puckers his lips and gently pecks the man’s muzzle.
“Mmm!” he lets out a muffled moan, the rabbit having sneakily manoeuvred his arm around to the boy’s head to lock him down in a deep kiss. Everette’s eyes roll into the back of his head, delighted by the surprising engagement. His moans morph into a pervasive squeal as the paw proceeds to his ass, groping and separating his furry cheeks.
Elliot breaks away from the long and passionate kiss with an equally long breath. He traces his paw back up to the boy’s face and lightly strokes the tiny area of white around his mouth. “How’s my favourite little nephew?” The rabbit’s front teeth jut outside his mouth when he smiles and noses back into the playful cub’s personal space.
“I’m good,” he answers, his cheeks still beet red with embarrassment. “How did you know I was coming?” Everette asks with a slight frown.
“Second stair’s a bit squeaky. Woke me up,” Elliot replies casually, resting his hand on his waist. “Where’s dad?”
“Went to get some stuff for dinner…” Everette starts to squirm as the adult touches his shaft.
Elliot retracts his paw and unfastens the button on his pants, then unzips them and flops his thick uncut cock out. “How about you suck my cock before your dad gets home?” The rabbit is very direct, a relief to the excitable boy who starts to caress the shaft and peel back the foreskin carefully. It’s uncommon for him to find someone else intact, so the cub is extra happy exploring his uncle’s cock. Elliot bucks his hips closer so their tips can touch, both producing a considerable amount of pre-cum which they use to moisten the other’s shaft.
The king size bed creaks amid their escapades, grinding their uncut cocks together. Intermingled flesh peeling their foreskins back as things start to heat up. Everette mounts his uncle’s lap, seizing the girthy cock and holding it against his much smaller dick. “You’re still so big…” He isn’t ashamed or embarrassed by the comparison, delighted instead to be allowed to handle it.
“You’ve grown your fair bit too since last time,” Elliot replies reassuringly. He has one arm casually beneath the back of his head while the other fondles the cub’s nipples. “Gonna keep teasing me or get to work?”
Everette lets out a few flustered squeaks, having enjoyed the sensations of smearing fluids beneath the sensitive glans and watching his uncle’s face furrow intensely. He otherwise nods eagerly, shuffling along the black-furred legs towards the whiter shins. “U-uncle Elliot.” The boy hesitates, biting his lip nervously while reaching back and grasping his lonely rear-end. His tail is draped on itself leaving his asshole exposed.
Elliot knows what his nephew wants, wagging his finger in a circle. “Turn ‘round,” he instructs and Everette obeys.
Assuming a position resembling a 69, the two horn dogs idly rub the other’s vulnerable end. A few more globs of pre-cum trail out of the rabbit’s throbbing cock, finally enticing the fox cub to proceed, dragging his tongue over the tip and wiggling along the urethra. With his lips pursed around it, Everette suckles on the swollen pink head almost like a pacifier. Even down to the faint moans of satisfaction emanating from the cub’s mouth. There’s a lot more pre-cum than he’s used to. Requiring a lot more effort to gulp the tasty snack Everette pushes his lips beyond the head and simultaneously draws the foreskin down with his paw. The pleasure derives an eager buck from the rabbit, who accidentally jams himself into the back of his nephew’s throat. Everette takes it in stride, peeling back for a moment before resuming his duties.
At the other end, Elliot has taken his time with the cub’s ripe and twitching entrance.  His fingers have run circles both dry and wet around the pucker, examining the unusually tight rear. He grasps the boy by the thighs and lowers him towards his lips, poking his tongue out and tasting the youthful rump. Happy with the taste Elliot’s tongue protrudes further, dragging from the cub’s taint over his ass and to the base of his tail. The fur along the way gets matted down, and he repeats the process until his nephew’s fur is completely out of the way.
Everette can hardly contain himself, shaking his hips enticingly and flexing his entrance. The boy has gone weeks without any action in hopes of a ‘large reward’ filling his ass, practically the tightest it has ever been since his sexual awakening. He’s struggled to turn down the offers coming from all around, his adoptive father Oliver, his middle-school teacher, classmates, and the small collection of toys in his room. When the tongue finally hits his hole, it lingers there for a full minute though each second feels like an eternity in delight.
Elliot’s tongue covers the entire button, drenching it in saliva. His tongue swirls counter-clockwise and then back around, causing Evan to hesitate and take in the pleasure surging through his body. Elliot adjusts his hands from the cub’s thighs onto the soft orange cheeks, firmly grasping each before pulling them apart quite roughly. No longer content to play with the entrance he buries his muzzle amid the boy’s ass, thrusting his tongue just inside the hole and lapping at the walls. Elliot keeps the cheeks parted while he ravenously eats the pink asshole, flicking his tongue up inside of it and molesting the cub’s innards.
Distracted by the pleasure surging through his rear and to his dick, Everette groans and his sucking comes to a halt. His tongue lulls around the shaft dripping saliva onto the man’s crotch, pushing his ass back and encouraging it deeper. Nose at the bottom of the cub’s tail, Elliot clutches his nephew tightly and tongues the quivering mess. The man bucks his hips at an increasing pace, enjoying every second inside each of the cub’s ends. He reaches up and starts encouraging Everette back into action, guiding his cock along the roof of the fox’s mouth and down into the constricting throat.
Having choked for a second the eager cock-sucker starts working again, now giving it his all. Each of Everette’s hands has a job, the left to caress the large sack while his right glides up and down the shaft in time with his lips. His delighted purrs and moans send vibration’s through his special treat, more and more pre-cum building up as it draws closer to a climax. Everette pressures himself down, burying his nose into the sack as he deep-throats the cock.
“I’m cumming,” Elliot warns. A buck of his hips later, and a paw keeping the cub in place, the rabbit’s cock and balls begin to throb intensely. Four pulses and four ropes of cum are shot directly down Everette’s throat before his uncle allows him the pleasure of tasting it in his muzzle. The sheer amount causes some leakage at the sides of his mouth but he doesn’t fuss, taking his time to slowly drink the potent seed.
Standing in the doorway with his arms crossed Oliver remarks, “Of course, this is what I come home to.” He taps his foot impatiently, neither participant having noticed his arrival or how long they had been going at it.
Gulping down what remains and darting upright with a flustered squeal Everette replies, “Dad!” The cub wipes his cum-encrusted muzzle and looks at the still rock-hard erection beside his paws, guilt-ridden by having disobeyed his father.
“Hi Ollie.” There’s a broad almost proud smirk on Elliot’s face before he returns his attention to the fox’s rear end and evokes a sharp gasp when he slides a finger in.
“Put a fox and a rabbit alone together, I should’ve guessed,” Oliver says, walking into the room and shutting the door behind him.