The long hike is taking its toll.  While you’ve got the stamina to handle the walking, the fox just in front of you has been wrecking your concentration.  Every time you think you’ve got yourself under control and can turn your attention back to the trail, that gorgeous russet tail in front of you swings high, and you get a little glimpse of Gideon’s charms swaying beneath.  Then you stumble or trip, and you can hear the teasing clicking of tongue from the smarmy fox.

Not that the rest of the eye candy hasn’t been appreciated.  Out over the luscious green valley below, the hike has been gorgeous.  Bright sun, blue skies, and green in every direction.  Not to mention the rest of the hikers you see, too.  The Nature Trail, known for its all natural dress code, has been a true feast for the senses.  Hikers in various states of dress have passed you in either direction, and sometimes you can just smell all the adventures they’ve been up to as they pass.  But while it’s been a pleasant distraction, Gideon has been a veritable force of nature.

The red of Gideon’s pelt is a glorious contrast to the greens and browns of the trail.  He moves with a fluid grace that defies his weight—seeming as light as a cloud even though you know from his sometimes over-eager bear-hugs that he could lift you off the ground without breaking a sweat.  His tail bounces along behind him like a trailing ribbon, flipping from side to side and up and down, with teasing glances beneath of jiggling and bouncing that have had you at attention for most of the day.

At least the fox hasn’t teased you all day.  There were those quick breathers on the trail where he fucked you up against the path railing, or pawwed you off on the rocky overlook.  You’d think after all that, you might be sore from all that use.  When’s that temptress of a fox going to have his way with you next?

You think you’ve given most of the passing hikers more of a show than you intended, but the shameless fox has you too giddy to care.

You’re also not currently paying attention, because Gideon’s stopped, and you haven’t.  Your only warning of the impending collision is a flash of red as the fox’s tail flags in front of your face.  When you finally do connect, you find yourself in the most enjoyable accident you’ve ever experienced.  The plush fox’s rump is the first bit of anatomy to make contact, causing you to bend over at the waist and catch his hips for balance as the impact almost makes you trip.  While the initial bump snaps you back to your senses, you get the distinct sensation of warm, soft fuzz against your dick. 

“Whoah!  Careful, there!”  Gideon taunts you from over his shoulder.  His only reaction is to spread his legs for stability as you realize the position you’ve collided into.  “We should at least get to the side of the path if you’re going to rear-end a fox like that, don’t you think?”

You ready an apology, but his hands catch yours on his hips and tug, keeping you in place.  “Where are you going?  You can’t just hit-and-run on this hiking path!  Just not proper.”

You laugh.  He grins at you over his shoulder.  You stop laughing.  Oh, fuck, he’s being serious.  He catches your wrists and pulls you forward and places your hands on his lower back.  His tail curls around your waist, and you can feel the fluff of his rump cheeks sliding up and around you as the fox searches for that half-hard prick you’ve been sporting for the whole afternoon.

Joke’s on him, because it’s not half-hard anymore.  You feel the wonderfully tight fox’s pucker kiss the underside of your shaft.  Then it slides upwards towards your tip, and circles around to find the right angle.

The penetration is bliss.  It’s been a long day for the both of you, so your oh-so-agreeable fox friend is taking it slow.  His tail tightens around your waist as the pressure dimples the fox’s pucker inwards.  Then it splits and spread over your tip.  The slick ring slides downwards just an inch at a time, twitching and gripping at your shaft as it goes.  It feels like it’s been a whole minute of delightful plunge before you feel his fuzzy rump slap your hips, even though it’s only been a few seconds.

The fox isn’t quiet.  You’re sure that anyone on the path for the next half a mile has heard him as your nuts swing up to slap his own sac at the end of your first thrust.  Fuck, he feels good.  His toned rump and thick hiker’s thighs push back against you for stability as you start to hump.  He doesn’t care who sees him like this, and after just a few deep thrusts into the fox neither do you.  Was that a few other hikers passing as you grabbed Gideon’s hips?  Did you hear the snap of a phone camera capturing you in the act?  None of that matters, because Gideon feels so very good around you, and you just can’t hold yourself back.

His fingers reach up beneath you and cradle your nuts as you starts to spray into his tail end.  He even lets you enjoy your peak until you’ve grown too soft to stay inside.  When you finally separate, he leans against a tree.  You try to follow, but your knees have stopped working.  He laughs at you while you stumble to a nearby rock to rest a few moments, then trips against you as he tries to join you, his own legs equally wobbly as yours.

Five minutes later, you’re feeling ready to move again.  Your teasing fox leads the way, tail high and a spring in his step.  And, if any other hikers bother to get a good look, a little bit of your cum dribbling down his leg.

Story by Kandrel