Scouting For Tail

Quickly running a comb through his poofy black hair, groaning at his reflection as he made a mental note to finally stop by a barber sometime soon, or at least grab a buzzer and learn how to trim his own hair, Marcel stared at himself in the mirror for a couple seconds, slumped over slightly. The tall, lanky silver fox didn't much care for the man eyeing him up from the other side of the mirror, flashing his fangs at himself while sighing, flicking the big, silver bull ring dangling from his nose as he reached for a cap, slipping it over his head to go along with the sweatpants and the hoodie he had on. The young man didn't usually care much about his appearance, not particularly bothered even if some fuddy-duddy on the metro thought he looked a little slobby, but he couldn't help but to feel a little more self conscious as of late, even when just going out for a late Friday run. Marcel’s dry streak had been going on for quite some time now, much longer than the grey-furred fox was comfortable with, and he felt like he was going to go insane if he didn't get some nice piece of ass sometime soon. Practically every room in the canine's apartment was splattered with cum stains the man hadn't bothered cleaning up all that thoroughly, the entire place most likely looking like a zebra in a rave if some poor bastard ever happened to flick on a blacklight in there. As much as Marcel was accustomed to cranking one out to some smut from his teenage years, he was starting to get real tired of his own left hand being the only date he could nab up, hoping that his run might at least distract him from his horniness for a while. Slipping on his running shoes, the silver fox stepped out of his apartment, descended down the elevator and jogged out into the street, taking in the cool evening air with a sigh, his tail trailing behind him as he took off at a gentle pace.

Though the sun hadn't gone down quite yet, the city was already starting to slow down, only a handful of cars passing by the canine as he jogged over to a nearby park, barely seeing anyone besides himself out on foot. Heading into the park, actually managing to take his mind off of his lust for a moment as he instead focused on his breathing and his heart rate, Marcel suddenly spotted someone coming towards him from across the footpath, squinting at the little dot in the distance. As surprised as the man was to see anyone else out in the park at that hour, the fox was even more surprised as he took a better look at the faraway figure, spotting that it was a little boy, looking to be a few years under ten still, sporting a tan cub scouts uniform, a fellow canine of some sorts with fluffy black fur and a puffy tail, white starting at the cub's face and running down towards his belly like a skunk. Staring at the little scout as he jogged closer, couldn't help but to let his gaze run down the boy's body, eyeing up the perfect, plump thighs as he groaned, feeling his sweatpants suddenly tightening around his crotch. Just hoping that the pup wouldn't notice the erection around his loins, not really looking forward to a police chase adding some adrenaline to his evening run, Marcel jogged past the young canine, giving the boy a smile and a nod as he ran by without saying a word, spotting some definite wolf-esque structures on the cub's face, though most likely mixed with something else. The young cub scout smiled back at the man, continuing on his way, not noticing how the fox immediately looked back at him, spending several seconds just eyeing up his rump while he strolled on innocently. Gulping as his dick throbbed in his pants, Marcel grit his teeth with a grimace, his plans of taking a run to forget about his horniness backfiring on him horribly. 

As the week rolled by, Marcel couldn't help but to keep thinking back to the adorable little cub scout he'd seen on his run, spending most mornings grunting and moaning in bed while running his fingers along the flagpole, trying to focus on the degenerate stuff he was digging up online yet able only to think about the little wolf boy. The man's tastes had always been a little on the younger side, and the ass on the cub had just been far too phenomenal for the silver fox to simply forget, no matter how taboo it might've been to imagine it absolutely glazed with ropes of his cum. By the time Friday came about once more, Marcel was stretching and slipping on his running gear, out the door with a nervously excited smile on his face. Glancing at his phone to see the time as he descended down the elevator, the man already felt a stiffy poking at his sweatpants by the time he walked out. Jogging the same route he usually took, Marcel did his best to slow down a little, easing off into a casual stroll as he neared the entrance to the park, hoping to time his arrival to around the same time he'd been there last week, holding out hope that he might catch another glimpse of the cutie he'd been obsessing over. Coming down the same stretch of lonely, quiet footpath at almost the exact same minute he'd jogged previously, the canine was disappointed to see no hide nor tail of the black and white boy, frowning for a moment before suddenly spotting the half-wolf coming around the corner as if on queue, still sporting the same adorable cub scouts uniform. With a smile immediately flashing across his muzzle, Marcel picked up the speed again, pretending like he'd been jogging the whole way rather than practically stopping to wait for the kid's appearance, beaming with glee as he went past the pup, 
“Hey.”
Seemingly remembering the runner just like Marcel remembered him, the cub scout’s tail gave a little wag as he smiled and nodded at the man, 
“Hi!”
Though their exchange had been brief, and though he'd only ran for 30 seconds flat, Marcel’s heart was racing a mile a minute by the time he passed the boy, looking over his shoulder with a predatory leer as he practically salivating over the hybrid’s rump stuffed into the tight cub scout shorts, huffing as he stopped to stare. 

Watching the little wolf stroll off, the boy's bushy tail bouncing up to reveal the kid's perfect backside with every step, Marcel huffed and licked his lips, feeling himself getting as hard as diamonds, grabbing at his crotch as his manhood throbbed under his pants. Unwilling to jog the rest of the way home sporting such a hard on, way too worked up to safely guarantee it'd go away on its own before someone spotted him strolling around town with the world's most obvious erection, the fox gave a groan, looking around for a second before spotting a line of portapotties. Willing to take any port in a storm as dire as the one he was stuck in, the man dashed over to the first one, ripping the door open and slipping inside, slamming it closed without bothering with the lock. In one swift motion, Marcel yanked his sweatpants and his boxers down to his ankles as he plopped his ass down on the closed seat of the portapotty, grabbing his cock with a grunt as he looked down. The silver fox had never been particularly blessed with a girthy shaft, though he had always thought that he more than made up for it in the length department, his twitching member reaching all the way up to his naval. During his kit years, his girlfriend did occasionally refer to him as a pencil dick, though the pup had been nothing but squeals and moans by the time he'd put his “pencil dick” to use. Rolling up his sweater as his cock pulsed, jets of precum spilling onto his clothes, Marcel kicked his feet out, stretching as much as he could in the cramped portapotty as he went to work, furiously pumping at his shaft while closing his eyes. Imagining the little half-wolf kneeling right between his legs, the boy's maw open and waiting for his load, the kid's pink tongue shyly glancing against his tip as a flustered whimper reached his ears, Marcel roared with lust. Unable to control himself, the fox gripped his manhood with both hands, moaning as he fired several jets of cum, hosing down the inside of the door, making a pool on the floor of the portapotty. Slumping back in his seat, huffing and puffing while cum continued to drip from his tip onto his legs, the man had to take a bit of a breather before he could even stand up again, let alone make it all the way back to his place. 

Though the intense climax helped the fox hobble back to his place, and relieved his tension for the time being, it did very little to ease the man's lust towards the pup he'd seen, only causing his passion to flare up even further. For the next week, all Marcel could think about was his next encounter with the cub, preoccupied with the boy around the clock until it was finally Friday again, heading into the park nice and early this time around. Hoping to get some more time ogling at the little wolf, even wondering whether he might be able to see from where the kid was coming from, the canine slipped on his running clothes and hurried over to the park, getting there almost half an hour ahead of when he'd usually arrive. Strolling down the footpath, trying to tug his hoodie down to at least slightly conceal the hard on poking up through his sweatpants, Marcel was both surprised and delighted to spot his young crush already there as well, sitting down on a bench off in the distance. The pup was munching on a bar of chocolate, flipping through a comic book perched on his lap, his tail slowly fanning from side to side as he swung his legs in the air. Not having expected to find the boy sitting out there alone like that, thinking their encounter would just be a brief passing that'd give him an opportunity to peek at some more eye candy like the last few times, Marcel was a little flustered, almost panicked as he saw the cub glancing up towards him, giving him no chance to turn around or hide anywhere, forced to just keep jogging. The silver fox knew that the best thing for him to do would've been to just run straight past the kid, yet as he grew nearer he simply couldn't resist the opportunity, slowing down a little before stopping right in front of the curious half-wolf, taking a seat next to the cub scout on the bench, 
“Hey, funny seeing you here again.”
The hybrid giggled, taking a bite of his chocolate bar, 
“Yeah.”
“You like this park a lot? Since you pass through here every week.”
The boy gave a shrug, 
“I guess. I just mostly like the peace and quiet, I can't really read my comics or eat candy at home, not without the others constantly bugging me.”
“Oh, cool, you got siblings?”
The younger canine hesitated for a moment, finally shaking his head, 
“Not really, nah. I'm in a foster home with about 15 other cubs. The caretakers there say we're all brothers and sisters, but most of them are kinda dumb, just making fun and hassling me all day long. I don't really get to go out alone that much, but walking to and from my cub scout meetings lets me stay away from those buttheads.”
Marcel stared at the shyly giggling pup with a slight smile, falling more in love with the boy by the second, subtly shuffling just a tiny bit closer to the wolf, 
“My name’s Marcel.”
“I'm Alexander! But you can just call me Alex too.”
Chuckling, the fox peeked over into the boy's lap, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his hoodie to hide the throbbing erection in his pants, 
“So, what's this comic book about, it looks cool~?”

With a bit of rapport established between the two canines, their meetings on the park bench became a weekly thing, the two both sitting down to chat and hang out every Friday when Alexander was supposed to be making his way home from a cub scouts meeting, spending up to an hour just relaxing and talking. Of course, while the young pup thought nothing of the fact that the man was getting all buddy-buddy with him, Marcel was feeling a lot more excitement and tension below the belt whenever he went out for his weekend run. The fox could barely think of anything besides the boy, sporting a rock hard erection the entire time he sat just a couple inches away from the kid, staring on at the cub blabbering on about some video game while imagining what all he'd do to the little wolf if he could just take the puppy home. Most times, after Alex finally had to leave back to the foster home and waved goodbye to the silver fox left sitting behind on the bench, the man would immediately dash to the nearest hiding spot to pump out a load, moaning and panting while trying to imagine Alexander snuggled up against him, even going so far as to get down on his knees and sniff the bench where the pup's butt had been just minutes earlier. Marcel made sure that his new young friend was utterly hooked on his companionship, bringing along chocolate bars and chips to share with the kid while they'd enjoy their weekly hangout sessions on the bench, even buying the cub some comic books. Getting more and more brazen with his intentions over time as well, the fox quickly managed to slip an arm around Alexander’s shoulders, grinning to himself at how the boy didn't seem to mind it at all, even gently feeling up the half-wolf's leg during their last few meetings, gently running his hand up the pup's thigh while Alex just giggled, too innocent to understand what was going on. Just happy to finally find someone cool to hang out with, especially since the canine was an adult, Alex looked forwards to their meetings in the park after dark almost as much as the grey-furred fox did, brightening up his week as he excitedly counted down the days until he'd get to meet his new friend again, looking forwards to what neat gifts and tasty snacks the man would be bringing him this time around. 

As weeks turned to a month, the pair of canines growing closer to one another and Marcel growing hornier with every meeting, the Friday evening meetups were becoming the highlights of every week to both of the new best friends. Having long abandoned trying to seek out some other piece of ass in favour of focusing his lust solely on little Alex, the silver fox was having quite the difficult time trying to keep himself in check. The man had laid out a bit of a plan for how he'd turn the occasional friendly meeting at the park into something a whole lot more hot and heavy, thinking that he'd slowly over time build up trust with the cub, practically grooming the wolf until eventually he could talk Alexander into spending some time at his place rather than a park bench. The canine man wanted to be cautious, knowing that going too far too fast might spook the pup and bring about consequences a lot worse than just losing his new friendship-cum-fucktoy. Yet at the same time, Marcel was having a very difficult time actually keeping himself in check for long enough for Alex to trust him, only feeling more pent up and desperate every week as he watched the little cub scout walking off into the night. The man had just barely managed to hold himself back, yet as he stepped out into the darkening city streets once more for another meetup with the boy, he was feeling like he was on the verge of blowing up. Groaning as he walked, his cock sticking straight up and tucked into the band of his sweatpants, drooling precum into his fur while he moaned and clutched his tented crotch, the fox didn't know how the hell he was supposed to just sit there and act innocent while the absolute perfect little mate was lounging barely an inch away from him. Marcel wanted to scoop up the cub and carry the kid home, to teach Alexander all about the incredible joys of the male anatomy, he wanted to pin the pup against the ground and rail that tight tailhole as hard as he could while the wolf's screams serenaded his ears, he wanted to stick his tongue as deep into Alex’s throat and asshole as he could get it. Imagining all the ways he'd fuck and fondle the puppy if only he had the young wolf back home with him, whimpering needily while stroking at his cock through his pants, Marcel arrived at the usual spot, slumping down on the park bench just as he saw the cub coming around the corner as well, smiling and waving at him.

Squirming on the bench as the boy slowly walked up to him, as if to deliberately tease the needy fox, Marcel panted with his mouth hanging open as the young cub scout stopped next to him, just about to sit down, 
“Hey, how's your week b-”
Before the cub could even finish or take a seat, the man's lust finally got the better of him, growling like a sex-crazed beast as he lunged up at the little wolf. Leaping back in terror, letting loose a startled yelp as the fox's hands reached out towards him, Alexander rapidly staggered back a few steps yet couldn't get away from the desperate man in time, his scared shout cut short as the canine he thought was his best friend quickly grabbed hold of him. Wrapping one hand around the pup's muzzle to make sure the yelling wouldn't attract any unwanted attention, laying his other hand on the boy's shoulder, Marcel just barely had enough self control left to at least take a quick peek around the park, glancing both ways of the footpath to make sure no one else was enjoying a late night stroll before he quickly yanked the cub against his chest, muffling and hugging the boy tight. Wriggling around in the fox's snug embrace, Alexander tried to scream against the palm of the adult’s hand as he was dragged away from the bench and the footpath, taken off to the side, hauled into the bushes before he was tossed onto the grass. Alex just barely caught himself as he stumbled onto the ground, on all fours, staggered and confused, too discombobulated to do anything before Marcel was on him again, leaping onto his back to pin him to the ground. In a frantic state, panting and snarling while quickly wrapping a hand over the whimpering wolf's muzzle again, the silver fox tugged and yanked at Alexander's clothes, ripping off the cub scout uniform one piece at a time, button popping off and zippers breaking as he forcefully stripped the cub of the jacket, shirt and shorts, leaving the young hybrid in just a pair of tighty whities. Pinning the quivering boy down with his weight, Marcel huffed as he pushed down his sweatpants as well, letting his long, glistening cock slap down onto the half-naked wolf's ass as Alex let out a squeak, grunting as he grabbed the little canine's undies and slowly pulled them down. 

Struggling underneath the bigger canine, his eyes wide in terror and confusion as he felt the man's free hand grasping at his bare ass, Alexander let out a whine as his ass cheeks were spread apart, shivering as a glob of the fox's spit landed right between the two buns, closing his eyes and shuddering as a few fingers smeared the makeshift lube in. Growling in anticipation as he eyed up the boy's perfect little pink pucker, glistening and twitching as he rubbed in his saliva, Marcel dipped the tip of his finger into the wonderfully tight hole as his cock throbbed, feeling the way the kid was already squeezing tight. With a grunt, the older canine got into position to mount his best friend from behind, kneeling as he gave the wolf's tail a little yank to make Alex’s rump stick out, huffing as he smeared some more of his spit onto his manhood, lining up the shaft with the tailhole, quickly peeking out from behind the bushes for one last time to make sure the way was clear. Alexander's eyes snapped open and his scream was muffled by the hand on his muzzle as the fox thrust into him, his faint howls and bleats just barely hidden underneath the strained moans from the grey-furred canine as his asshole was forced open, the adult’s cock drilling into him. Though not particularly thick, Marcel’s dick was still plenty girthy enough to make the young, virginal cub scout writhe in a panic as he had his cherry popped, squealing while grabbing handfuls of grass, making the entire bush rustle as he was gaped open. With the few final inches of the fox's long shaft slamming into his tailhole, pressing up against his prostate, Alex almost entirely lost control of his body, his own little cocklet giving a twitch as it stiffened up, almost as thick yet not even half the length of the one hilted in his ass. A final hard buck from Marcel, accompanied by a hard grunt, finally made the kid lose control of his bladder as well, whining as a trickle of piss splattered onto the grass below him, the quiet hissing joined in by wet slaps as the man rutted him hard from behind. Groaning at just how tight the pup was, feeling the hole hugging his shaft just right, Marcel humped the cub's pucker as hard as he could, one hand clutching the sobbing wolf's muzzle and the other the cub scout’s tail, ploughing into the hybrid while hurrying to make the most of it before he'd inevitably shoot his load. With his prostate getting battered and massaged by the twitching member in his asshole, Alexander couldn't think straight, unaware of the building pressure in his loins as his stiff dick pulsed, feeling like he needed to take another leak even as his first was soaking into the ground, suddenly erupting into muffled wails as he reached his first dry orgasm. The wolf's cocklet twitched and swung around under Alex's belly as he moaned against the man's hand, clenching down tight on the manhood hilted in his pucker as Marcel grunted right alongside him, pushed right over the edge as ropes sprayed into his freshly deflowered ass. 

Feeling bloated as his guts were pumped full of the pervert’s seed by the pent up fox groaning over him, shuddering as he felt cum spilling down his ass crack and soaking into his fur, Alexander was tuckered out enough by the rutting that he barely made a peep, only letting out a tiny squeak as soon as the man pulled out of him and let him flop to the ground. All too aware of just how far he'd gone, too far to go back now, Marcel only spent a couple seconds panting as he stared down at the creampied and leaking little boy lying on the floor, quickly springing into action. On the verge of passing out, Alex just groaned as his tighty whities were pulled up over his filled up tailhole, his ruined and ripped cub scout uniform hurriedly put back on him before he was hauled up into the air. Hoping that the streets were as empty as usual, Marcel carried the half-conscious cub in his arms all the way to his place, slipping into the apartment building and sneaking his way up the stairs, hobbling into his home and kicking the door closed behind him. Slipping in and out of sleep, Alex just barely recognised as he was laid down on a bed, slowly stripped naked and laid on his side, feeling the soft fur of the silver fox pressing against his back as an arm wrapped around his belly. The cub whimpered and curled his toes as the man's shaft gently slid back into his tailhole, easier now thanks to the stretching and the generous lubrication, shivering as Marcel snuggled up right against him and whispered into his ear,
“From now on, you're my mate, and I'm your dad~”
Alexander didn't say a word, just leaning back and nuzzling against his new father as he clutched the arm hugging him, moaning while falling asleep, getting a tender smile from the fox hilted in his tailhole.