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I woke up from my bunk from the muffled sound of fists landing against a punching bag, as well as the lightly ragged grunts of a guy practicing his moves. I rolled around a little, fidgeting with my watch to check what time it was. 7:29 in the morning. Stretching my muscular arms over his head and letting out a jaw-breaking yawn, I flipped my hooves from the mattress, sitting on the edge of the bunk, stroking my mane out of his face. I reached next to the watch, finding an elastic and quickly tying my mane in a ponytail before getting up.
Pulling a drawer open, I grabbed a pair of briefs and slipped them on before walking out of the small room I had arranged as a bedroom in the back of my gym. Unlike regular gyms, this one was aimed towards guys (and girls) who practiced fighting sports, and was rarely opened before noon. No one got up super early in the morning to punch meat. No one except Zorro, of course. The dry sounds of punches were becoming clearer as I leisurely strolled through the empty, large boxing ring area, past the workout apparatuses. I stopped when I saw the young fox standing before the punching bag, his wrapped fists curled up, eyes focused and stance wide. Zorro had been practicing kickboxing for the better part of the last year, and he was a natural at it. Swift and grounded, with a bit of a nasty edge that made him dangerous. He was pretty awesome in my book.
I stayed back and watched him ravage that poor punching bag, hitting it with his paws, throwing high and strong kicks. Despite being very physically fit, Zorro stayed misleadingly lean. Mostly because as opposed to myself and most other fighters, he refused to hit the protein shakes and beef up. Kickboxing wasn't about becoming a brute to him, it was just about having something to let off steam. Also, the fact he was a complete and utter cockmunching gay sub likely played a role in wanting to keep his body a little feminine. The loose tanktop he wore floated around his waist as he kept on throwing kicks with grumbled little yips.
Zorro and I had become lovers recently. I have been training him since he got there, and even though I and everyone else could easily smell the gay on him, I always figured out he'd have a boyfriend or something, like most cute, well-adjusted guys did. But about 4 weeks ago we both stayed late to practice, and after a bit of conversation he asked to see my built-in bedroom and... well, you know. We fucked.
I'm pretty sure he had heard me as I approached him, catching his leg as he threw another kick, slipping my other arm around his waist. "Extend your leg some more, keep your torso upright. Keep working on your flexibility. And kiss me good morning," I said with a smile, the fox scuffing before returning the smile, turning himself in the hug and kissing my lips as I kept him close to me, feeling his soft paws stroking my muscular body. I felt him blush and heat up a little as he felt my package against his slim stomach, but he kept his composure. I broke the kiss, paws fondly stroking over his lean body under the tanktop. "Wanna grab a shower, then have breakfast?"
"Sure. My treat this time," he said, murring softly as he rested his head against my chest.
I didn't protest. He could have kicked my ass.
Zorrore did something for my birthday (which was roughly 3 weeks ago) because he's an adorable foxboy and I love him super much. Thanks, babe, you're awesome. :)
Zorro and art by supa supa artist
zorrore kawaii desu ne.
Pulling a drawer open, I grabbed a pair of briefs and slipped them on before walking out of the small room I had arranged as a bedroom in the back of my gym. Unlike regular gyms, this one was aimed towards guys (and girls) who practiced fighting sports, and was rarely opened before noon. No one got up super early in the morning to punch meat. No one except Zorro, of course. The dry sounds of punches were becoming clearer as I leisurely strolled through the empty, large boxing ring area, past the workout apparatuses. I stopped when I saw the young fox standing before the punching bag, his wrapped fists curled up, eyes focused and stance wide. Zorro had been practicing kickboxing for the better part of the last year, and he was a natural at it. Swift and grounded, with a bit of a nasty edge that made him dangerous. He was pretty awesome in my book.
I stayed back and watched him ravage that poor punching bag, hitting it with his paws, throwing high and strong kicks. Despite being very physically fit, Zorro stayed misleadingly lean. Mostly because as opposed to myself and most other fighters, he refused to hit the protein shakes and beef up. Kickboxing wasn't about becoming a brute to him, it was just about having something to let off steam. Also, the fact he was a complete and utter cockmunching gay sub likely played a role in wanting to keep his body a little feminine. The loose tanktop he wore floated around his waist as he kept on throwing kicks with grumbled little yips.
Zorro and I had become lovers recently. I have been training him since he got there, and even though I and everyone else could easily smell the gay on him, I always figured out he'd have a boyfriend or something, like most cute, well-adjusted guys did. But about 4 weeks ago we both stayed late to practice, and after a bit of conversation he asked to see my built-in bedroom and... well, you know. We fucked.
I'm pretty sure he had heard me as I approached him, catching his leg as he threw another kick, slipping my other arm around his waist. "Extend your leg some more, keep your torso upright. Keep working on your flexibility. And kiss me good morning," I said with a smile, the fox scuffing before returning the smile, turning himself in the hug and kissing my lips as I kept him close to me, feeling his soft paws stroking my muscular body. I felt him blush and heat up a little as he felt my package against his slim stomach, but he kept his composure. I broke the kiss, paws fondly stroking over his lean body under the tanktop. "Wanna grab a shower, then have breakfast?"
"Sure. My treat this time," he said, murring softly as he rested his head against my chest.
I didn't protest. He could have kicked my ass.
Zorrore did something for my birthday (which was roughly 3 weeks ago) because he's an adorable foxboy and I love him super much. Thanks, babe, you're awesome. :)
Zorro and art by supa supa artist
zorrore kawaii desu ne.
Category Artwork (Digital) / All
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File Size 1.47 MB
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