Eche wasn’t the largest kid in school by any stretch, but he couldn’t help wonder about what the other boys were sporting—‘down there’. He wasn’t interested in boys, not in that way. It was that as he was starting seventh grade, he had begun having a particularly hard time and couldn’t help wondering if the other boys were in the same way. Squirming in his seat, the white fox looked around at a few of his classmates, trying to get a good look at some of the other boys’ crotches. He couldn’t really tell, since it seemed baggy cargo shorts were the ‘in’ style this year, but he definitely didn’t notice any bulges. He does his best to hide his discomfort as the pain in his own shorts grew until he finally raises his hand.

“Mrs. Binds...? May I go to the bathroom?” he asks nervously.

He hadn’t been paying attention to the lesson, too busy with other thoughts. Like how Mrs. Binds looked strangely good in just a simple dress. It didn’t show anything, and it wasn’t tight, but the loose, flowing material sank a little between the Rabbit’s breasts that outlined them enough for Eche’s active imagination.

“Class is almost over, I’m sure it can wait until then, can it not?”

“...N-No, Ma’am. Please, it’s an emergency.”

She fixed him with a disapproving gaze that made the young fox feel like she must know what was going on. Then, after a moment, conceded.

“Okay, you may go. Remember to finish the next chapter and do the problems on pages eighteen through twenty for your homework.”

“Yes, Mrs. Binds. Thank you so much!”

Grabbing his book the fox practically ran out of the room, using it to cover his crotch as discreetly as he possibly could. In the hall, he really did run. No one was around to see, so it didn’t matter and he was in a hurry. As if it sensed what was coming, his boner was kicking into overdrive and he could feel the wetness growing in his boxers. Cursing his stupid body, the desperate fox ducks into a stall practically rips off his shorts and underwear to reveal what was only half-hard thanks only to the fact that even at this size it was painfully straining at every inch of space inside his shorts.

He could deal with the discomfort, though. The real problem was the strands of sticky, slippery fluid that had already made his boxers depressingly wet in the front. He felt lucky it wasn’t showing on the outside, but also thought he probably barely made it before things got to that point. Taking his pink cock in paw, it was only seconds before it reached a full nine inches, looking rather absurd on the front of a fox of only five and half feet. More absurd was the amount of clear fluid leaking from the tip. He can’t help a whimper of both pleasure and embarrassment as he began stroking his shaft in the boys’ bathroom. His paw was coated completely in the slippery stuff in moments and it began running down over his sheath and balls.

It was a dispassionate act, trying to finish as quickly as possible, and thankfully his teenage body was so worked up because it only took a couple minutes. Leaning over the toilet, he points his cock down and unleashes a massive load of fox cum right into the water. He thanked the gods for his good aim as several thick shots squirt into the bowl, cloudy strings floating in the water with some splattered across the porcelain. He cursed his dick again as he did his best to wipe up all the mess from his paw, his cock, and the inside of his boxers using rather a lot of toilet paper in the process. It was the third time that day and there was still so much. He whimpers, wondering if the other boys were experiencing the same problems. He hoped they were, he didn’t want to feel so weird, but he couldn’t just ask. He didn’t want anyone to find out, in case he really was just a freak.

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At home, Eche tended to his ‘needs’ again nearly the moment he walked through the door. His mom was home, as usual, but he didn’t even bother to greet her. Besides, she might see the stupid thing paining his crotch with its vain attempt to grow more than there was room for. Using his backpack to cover himself, he rushes up to his room and locks the door before finishing again over a beach towel he kept just for this. He washed it in secret whenever he got the chance, and kept it here the rest of the time.

He was a fairly normal fox, otherwise. He enjoyed sports, even considered trying out for the soccer team; he would have if his ‘problem’ didn’t develop this year. He liked video games a bit, but they weren’t a passion. He also used to get good grades, but they had been in decline due to certain difficulties in class. Lately though, what he was really into was girls. He thought about them all the time, girls of all types and in all kinds of ways.

There was a girl in a few of his classes that he liked to think about a lot. She was this little mongoose with such shiny, sleek fur that matched her tiny, athletic body perfectly. He would often think about her doing her stretches for the volleyball team. How he loved girls’ volleyball. He also thought about older women a lot. Girl’s were always taught how important their virginity was, so he thought older women would be easier to get. Besides, they had fully-formed bodies and deep down he had a feeling his size ‘down there’ wasn’t normal for a boy his age. He even thought about his own mom sometimes. More often than he cared to admit, but he was around her so much he couldn’t help it.

Frankly, he wasn’t so different from most boys his age in that regard, not that he knew that. The only thing that set him apart so much was what was between his legs. Even how often he got horny wasn’t that unusual, but what he didn’t know was most of his classmates were just hiding their arousal with little effort. Their dicks got hard and still fit in their pants, and when they were hard they barely leaked at all unless they were really horny. It was the pain of being too big for his pants and the fear of making a mess that made Eche need to paw so often.

He started out doing it once a day, usually. Sometimes not even that. Sometimes he got horny at the wrong times, though, until recently it got really bad. There was one day in particular that Eche could never forget. He was out to dinner with his parents and the waitress had a gorgeous set of tits just out on display. Not literally, of course, but the cleavage was enough that his parents couldn’t help giving her a second and third look as well. When she leaned over to take his order, he caught a whiff of scent that he just knew was coming from the open top of her blouse and it set him off badly. He did his best to ignore it like usual, hoping it would go away soon on its own, but it didn’t. About halfway through dinner, he looked down and saw a stain on the front of his jeans, and he hadn’t even done anything. He tried to ignore it, just like he had been trying to ignore his erection, but as dinner went on the stain just got bigger and bigger. He was panicking, and suddenly just spilled his water all over himself like it was an accident. He was soaked, but his shame was hidden as he ran to the bathroom and masturbated in a public bathroom for the first time. That time, he had coated the stall with his cum as he sat on the toilet trying to act like he was using it—another shameful memory.

Today had been too close to that dinner, too close to ending up with a wet crotch he’d rather pretend was from pissing his pants than admit the truth about. He went to bed early, claiming to be tired, as he set himself on a plan to ensure he wouldn’t have another close call tomorrow. Once the lights were out and he was sure no one was going to come look in, Eche got out his towel. Laying it out over the bed, he stripped himself completely nude. He even took the covers off the bed just in case there was more mess than he expected.

His cock was already sliding out of his snowy sheath as he reached for it. Slowly, he began stroking his growing length. He didn’t need any sort of lube, not that the possibility had ever occurred to him, as he began leaking like he always did. Paw gliding smoothly over his thickening shaft, he took his time to make it as enjoyable as possible. He wanted to really work himself up tonight. He started by picturing Tawny, the mongoose from his class. He imagined her out on the volleyball court, dominating the other girls despite being a couple inches shorter than most of them. In his fantasy, she looked over at him during the game and licked her lips like she knew he was watching just her—and wanted him to know she liked it.

Eche’s pulse quickened and his foxhood throbbed in his paw. Still, he went slow. Working from the tip, he took in the sensation of his paw and tried to pretend it was a girl. He slid down over each inch until he bumped the forming knot with a bit of a surprise that made him twitch and squeeze down on that bulge in a moment of overstimulated excitement. He had to stifle a moan in that moment, before beginning to stroke himself once again, nice and slow. Despite having cum three times that day, he was still so sensitive and as he fantasized about Tawny his lust only grew.

She would tell him to stay around after the game, and he’d sit there for what seemed like forever until she came back out. By then, he was the only person in the gym and she asked him to come back to the locker room while she grabbed her things. He was surprised to find no one else was here either, but not as surprised as when she slid her own shorts off to reveal nothing underneath. A blur of them removing their clothes as she lead him back to the girls’ showers. She said she knew he’d make a mess and wanted it to be easy to clean up.

As the fantasy version of Tawny slid down and her lips first touched his tip, the real Eche jerked and suddenly came hard. The jets of cum reached all the way up to his face, then fell over his chest and belly. But he didn’t stop. He kept on stroking himself, teasing his knot more as it had swollen out in a futile attempt to do its job despite the solitary circumstances. He was stroking his cock a little faster, but it was practically a foreplay pace as he continued to imagine the young mongoose swallowing his load with gusto. He was a bit sensitive, but he pushed through the nature desire to stop after his orgasm.

After she finished sucking him dry, she turned around, showing off that gorgeous, athletic ass for his viewing pleasure. Except it was more than just for show as she practically begged him to give her what she brought him here for. He tried to imagine what a girl must feel like as he pictured himself being forced inside the girl. She took the lead just like she did on the volleyball court and pierced her own folds with his tip. Tawny must’ve practiced, because she took him like it was nothing, all the way to the balls. No, to the knot, she had to stop there first. She rode his shaft eagerly until he was the one to slam his knot inside her, much to her...delight? He wondered if girls would like his knot, or if it would be too big.

What if she can’t take the knot? He thinks to himself. Or if she does and it just hurts? What if I force it inside and she screams and starts crying?

His fantasy morphed through various scenarios as the doubts filled his mind, but when the image of that last question flashed before his mind’s eye Eche’s lust overflowed. It surprised him in a way that was almost horrifying, but he imagined himself, knot stuck inside Tawny as she cried at it being too big. He was stuck either way… And he was cumming. He squeezed a paw around his knot hard as he imagined being tied inside her while she begged him to stop, but he had as much choice in the matter as she did at the moment. Both in his fantasy and in reality, his body was wracked with an unstoppable orgasm like he had never felt.

She eventually got used to it, even enjoyed it as he filled her pussy with his thick cum. He didn’t know how long he would really be stuck inside a girl, but he imagined it might be for a very long time. Especially the first time. He continued to squeeze his own knot as hard as he dared as he slowly stroked his cock even after his second climax. For almost two hours, he imagined himself fucking in the girls’ showers and cumming over and over again, until his cock hurt too much to paw anymore and absolutely refused to stay hard. He counted five times that he came, although the last time had been barely a small rising tingle in his loins and he wasn’t really sure it counted, although he did dribble a bit of the thicker fluid that seemed to be the last of his cum.

Eche lay breathless, arms and hands aching from all the effort, but he felt confident that after literally forcing himself to cum until he couldn’t, that his cock would behave the next day. He hoped with such desperation that when he did sleep he had strangely happy dreams. All of which centered around the theme of him being pleasantly surprised to not feel aroused, even when girls intentionally tried to turn him on. The next morning he was still sore and even his balls hurt, but his usual morning erection was barely even half-mast. It looked like he was going to have a good day after all.