Just Because.
Just Because.
Kent was a silver fox. Thick yet fine steel grey fur covered the bulk of his body. Soft, blue black fur covered his muzzle, ears, and most of his tail, which ended in a fluffy, pure white tip. He was the concierge of a large, inner city hotel. Was, because blissful, mercifully, awesomely, he had a mere 20 minutes until his shift ended and he could bolt as far away from the hotel as was furmanely possible. No longer will he have to find enough alcohol to drown in at 2 AM. Or find a girl who is 'not a slut but willing to do it with three guys'. Or get a meal delivered from that great sushi joint. You know, the one back in Tokyo.
He didn't spend a great deal of time working out but he had a trim, almost athletic build. Some of it was genetics but most of it was sweat. Shepherding around 50 bundles of dry cleaning a day had an effect on one's physique. He wore an expensive tailored suit that perfectly fit his form, gleaming golden name tag dangling from a breast pocket. He was overly aware of his crisp suit, as he intended to tear it off himself as soon as he returned to his room. Then it was down to the car park and accelerating away from the hotel as fast as traffic would allow. It wasn't that he disliked his job, but there were only so many bizarre demands from deranged, drunken businessmen who blew more on expensive prostitutes than he made in a year that he could take without becoming deranged himself.
But there was always one. Last. Client. This time, some indignant gentleman from room 72 had called the front desk demanding that he see Kent immediately. Only problem was, no one was booked into room 72. Accordingly, Kent was looking forward to dragging an intoxicated pro-athlete from room 72 back to room 27, all the while trying to explain that they did not, in fact, switch peoples' rooms around while they were out 'for kicks' even it it was a 'totally awesome' idea.
Kent approached room 72. He sighed when no one answered his polite knock. Probably passed out on the floor already. He slid his master key into the lock, opening the door and entering the room. Turning around he closed the door with a quick glance up and down the hallway. He had learned that trick early. It was amazing the powers of attraction his gold name tag had, even when he was desperately attempting to solve someone else's problems.
Kent almost leapt out of his skin when a heavy, ochre-coloured paw landed on his shoulder, dangling the tagged room key.
"The bell boy gives out keys for blow jobs," a deep, masculine voice said into his ear.
"Victor!" The startled fox pushed the paw off him as he spun around.
Victor was an Ethiopian wolf. A white bib covered his mouth, throat and chest. Rust-red fur ran from his black nose over his pointed ears and down his back, ending in a bushy tail. While the fox could almost be called athletic in build, there was little question that the taller wolf was heavy-set and muscled.
"What the hell are you doing here?!" demanded the fox. "I told you it was over two months ago and it's still over now."
"It's nice to see you too, Kent. Come on, don't be like that,"returned the wolf as he stood closer to the fox. He raised his paw to stroke the dark furred fox's muzzle.
Kent pulled away from the wolf. "No, Victor. We've been through all this. I don't need you in my life any more. I have a real job, real obligations. I can't drop everything and go to bars, I can't break into pools at midnight, I can't have mid-workday trysts. You couldn't change, Victor. You made that clear. I'm sorry, but I need someone more ... stable now."
"Stable? That's not what you were thinking when we made out in that random church. Or the time you gave me a blow job during your aunt's wedding." He lowered his voice to a lewd whisper. "Or how about that time we had a good rut during your family reunion, when your sister walked in on us as you were painting the ceiling with your cum?"
The fox's eyes softened as he couldn't hold back a small smile. "She still goes bright red when I bring that up. Look, Victor. We had fun, I won't deny that. But that's all behind us now. It was mutual, remember? Something about me being a tightass?"
A dirty grin grew across the wolf's muzzle. "You always were a great bottom."
"That is not what I meant!" The fox attempted to be stern, but the mirth that broke into his voice betrayed him.
"Really?" The wolf ran one paw over the fox's shoulder, feeling the soft fur between his digits as they came to rest on the fox's rump. "Because I seem to remember a certain fox penning dirty love letters addressed to my knot. Listen" the rust coloured wolf placed his arms around the fox, embracing him in a light hug. "I understand, alright? Maybe I don't want to get back together. Maybe I just want to be friends."
After a moments hesitation, the fox returned the embrace. He had missed being held by the larger wolf. "Friends don't hold each other like lovers," he whispered, yet made no attempt to pull away.
Victor touched his nose with the fox's, breathing in his familiar scent. "A certain kind of friend does," he said as he ran one paw tenderly over one of the fox's ears, down his back and over his rump to give a gentle yet firm caress to the fox's rear. His other paw gave a small tug to the base of Kent's bushy tail.
The fox released a weak whine as he looked deep into his ex-lover's eyes. "I ... have been a little lonely the last two months." Kent found the closeness of the wolf comforting.
"So have I. Like I said, we don't have to be a couple. I just want you still around, you know? As a friend."
Kent felt the wolf's touch elicit a familiar, pleasant feeling of arousal in him as the the wolf gently pulled at the base of his tail, the heat of Victor's larger, firmer body easily felt even through his own soft fur. "The fuckable kind of friend?" he said, still in his hushed tone.
A mischievous glint entered Victor's eyes. "No matter what our relationship is, Kent, you will always be extremely fuckable."
The wolf leaned into the fox, enveloping the fox's lower lip with his own muzzle. Kent closed his eyes, opening his mouth slightly as he allowed the kiss to provoke a spike of desire within him, melting the last of his resistance away. Victor played with his lower lip, as he always did, almost massaging it with his tongue before moving on to Kent's upper lip. The fox murred at the intimate contact. He returned the embrace, running his own tongue over Victor's lower lip. The heat and arousal of the pair intensified as the wolf widened his muzzle, allowing their tongues to entwine as they both murred in contentment.
The pair parted, the wolf placing his white chin on the fox's chest. As he descended, the now breathless fox said "This means nothing, Victor. This is NOT make up sex, understand? This is just ... just ..."
"Just-because sex? That's the best kind." Victor grinned as he continued downward, never breaking contact between the fox and his chin. He teased the fox's belt apart without losing eye contact with the fox, the familiar action taking mere seconds. Soon, the pants and boxers fell to the floor, revealing the soft, velvety surface of the fox's sheath. Below the sheath hung two warm, firm orbs encased in dark skin.
The wolf ran his nose over the soft tissue, down the rapidly swelling sheath and under the ballsack. He raised his muzzle, forcing the two firm testicles to fall either side of his snout. He inhaled deeply, lovingly drinking in the hot, musky scent of his lover's private organs. The dark-furred fox looked down at the wolf looking up at him, the fox's ballsack slung over his nose as the wolf smiled up at him innocently. He placed his paws around the rust furred wolf's ears as he felt the tip of his red penis leave his sheath.
The fox inhaled sharply as Victor's tongue lashed out, the hot organ drawing over the fox's rosebud. The stimulated nerves sent a spike of pleasure into the fox. The wolf's canine tongue continued upward, rolling over the fox's ballsack and up the sheath. Victor suckled on the red tip of the expanding fox-cock as he massaged the testicles in front of him with one blunt clawed paw. His other paw caressed Kent's rosebud with a single digit.
Kent leaned back against the wall, lightly moaning with each exhalation as Victor's ministrations sent waves of pleasure throughout his body. As the fox's cock grew, the wolf moved one paw to slowly pump up and down the hot organ as he focused on the sensitive tip with his textured tongue. He lathered it in his saliva, savouring the fox's taste as the cock dripped precum. The grip on the fox's length and the hot, wet mouth on his tip sent sparks of ecstasy into Kent's body. The wolf's hot tongue lashed at the tip again and again, gliding around the sensitive point, forcing more sounds of pleasure from the fox.
The wolf moved his paw down the now fully erect fox-cock, cupping the large knot at its base in his paw, he squeezed the bulb as he finally penetrated the fox with his digit. The exhilarating stimulation of the penetration, the hot mouth over his cock tip and the pressure on his knot shot pleasure reverberating around the fox's body. He gripped the wolf's ears tightly, gritting his teeth as he moaned long and low, his eyes becoming half-lidded as he squirmed in pleasure.
"Fuck, Victor, you were always a great cock sucker," moaned Kent.
The wolf took the entire length of the fox into his muzzle, from leaking tip to thick knot. The hot, wet walls of the wolf's mouth rolled over the fox-cock. Precum pooled on Victor's tongue as his mouth was filled with the taste of the fox's bright red member. He held the pulsing organ in his wet embrace for a moment, before his own desire, painfully pushing against his pants, demanded attention. Slowly withdrawing, he gave the leaking tip one last slurp before releasing his lover's cock and standing.
Victor seized the fox's head in his paws, again joining lips with the panting fox. All tenderness was replaced with fierce passion and heat as the the pair joyfully embraced each other, tongues freely mingling. Kent could tastes his own pre and cock on the wolf's matted muzzle, but this only served to stoke the fires of desire in him as he clawed at his lover's belt, tearing the constraints off the wolf.
Soon the wolf's pants joined the fox's on the floor, releasing the wolf's own erect penis. The thick purple canine cock towered over a soft white sheath and scrotum. At the base of the wolf's penis a large bulb was rapidly expanding. Kent fondled the wolf, running his paws over the slick wolf cock and balls again and again. He finally stopped over the growing knot, grasping it with both paws. The wolf grunted in pleasure at the contact as the fox shivered in want and need, fingering the hot sphere. He could almost feel that knot inside him, stretching and filling him completely. Finally releasing the organ, he moved his paws to the firm rump of his lover, pulling him into the fox. The pair lost themselves in sexual energy, grinding together as they tightly embraced, smearing precum over their belly fur. As the two canine cocks made contact, each could feel the heat and slickness of the other's cock, further driving the frenzied pair into deeper and deeper passion.
Possessed by wanton need, Victor ran his paw down Kent's arm, grabbing his wrist. Stepping back, he rotated the dark furred fox, forcing his paw onto the wall above his head with a dull thump. The Ethiopian wolf moved to do the same with the fox's other paw, but Kent was already hurriedly getting into position. The fox pushed himself away from the wall, raising his rump and bushy tail. The silver fox trembled in anticipation, pre dribbling down his cock as he exposed himself to the wolf.
Victor looked over the sight of his lover as he pumped his own cock. The musk of sex and male arousal was thick in the air. The silver fox pressed his paws against the wall, pushing his rump up and outward, presenting himself. His tail strained away from his body, desperately attempting to expose more of himself to the wolf. Kent looked over his shoulder at Victor, his tongue hanging out one side of his muzzle as the fox panted in want and need. His eyes looked back at the wolf in unabashed lust.
"Rut me Victor. Rut me like the bitch in heat I am." he said breathlessly.
Victor grasped the base of his almost painfully hard cock, his other paw reaching around the fox's hip to stroke the fox's penis. The wolf placed the tip of his penis under the fox's tail. Kent murred as the hot, leaking tip ran under his tail, down the cleft of his trim rear, over his entrance to rest at the point his balls meet his body. Victor nipped Kent's neck, eliciting a gasp from the fox as the wolf ran his paw up the fox's cock, collecting precum from the drooling member. Moving his soiled paw around the fox, the wolf couldn't prevent himself giving it a single lick before applying the lubricant to the fox's own rear.
Victor moved the paw to the fox's hip as he aligned his penis with the fox's entrance. He ran the head over the sphincter a few times smearing pre over the already wet entrance.
The fox gave a sharp gasp as Victor pushed his tip into the fox. The wolf moved his paw to the fox's other hip, pulling his lover onto him as he slowly sunk into the needy fox.
Kent felt a by-now-so-familiar-that-it-was-almost-pleasant pain as the wolf-cock forced its way into him. He felt the cock split him wider and wider, becoming almost unbearably large before it suddenly burst past the resistance of his sphincter. He felt a long, uneven grunt tear from his muzzle, a wave of pleasure ripping into his body as he was suddenly filled with hot wolf-cock. Victor gave a lustful grunt himself as he hilted in the fox. The tight entrance and hot walls bathed his cock, sending sparks of pleasure up his spine as he penetrated his lover.
Victor held himself buried in the fox, his large knot resting outside his lover's entrance. Kent's tail vibrated between the rutting males, thumping into his broad chest. Slowly, the wolf withdrew leaving only his tip in the fox, feeling Kent's warm inner walls clinging to him as the tight ring of his entrance ran over the wolf's cock. The fox's response was good, but not quite what the wolf was after. He changed the angle of his thrust slightly before pushing himself back into the fox with more force. The wolf-cock forced its way into the fox, gliding over his inner walls and hitting its mark, grinding into the fox's prostate. The wolf could almost feel the shot of raw ecstasy hammer into the fox as he convulsed once, unfocused eyes shooting open and a loud, uncontrolled bark of pleasure tearing from the fox's muzzle. Much better, thought the wolf with a smirk as he withdrew for another thrust.
The fox, however, was far beyond coherent thought, overcome as he was with wanton need. He thrust back at the wolf, plunging the glorious cock back where it belonged, deep inside him. The knowledge that his partner was experiencing such bliss from his actions brought the wolf's own lust to a near fevered pitch. He set a steady pace, each thrust met by a counter thrust from the fox. The pair descended into an animalistic rut as Victor's canine cock hammered into the fox's prostate again and again, provoking unbridled cries of bliss from the fox, each one met with a grunt of pleasure from the wolf.
The pair lost themselves in sexual energy as they mated, the wolf's thrusts becoming powerful and uncontrolled as he pummelled into the fox over and over. At the apex of each stroke the wolf's knot rammed into the fox's entrance, demanding entry.
"Do you want the knot, foxy?" the wolf grunted into Kent's ear.
"Yes Victor, fill your needy bitch with your knot!" the fox begged with a desperate, urging tilt to his voice.
Victor lost the last of his self control in response to the fox's needy tone. He surrendered to his canine instincts, his thrusts changing from long and powerful to short and brutal. His engorged knot met the fox's entrance with lewd wet slaps as it attempted to force its way into the moaning fox. Kent felt the large knot attempt to gain entry with each brutal thrust of the grunting wolf. Each stroke forced him open, the knot almost penetrating until it was withdrawn to hammer once more into his entrance. Kent heard himself scream in bliss as with each near penetration a flash of ecstasy overwhelmed him.
Kent speared himself on the thrusting Victor as the wolf pulled him onto his incredible cock. A sharp twang of pain signaled the entrance of the thick knot into Kent. The knot expanded, stretching his walls and utterly filling Kent. Raw pleasure slammed into every nerve as climax hit the rutting pair. The thick wolf-cock embedded deep inside the fox pulsed, ejaculating thick streams of cum into his lover. Kent could feel every jet of cum, every pulse of the wolf's cock as he was overcome with sexual bliss, rocketing over his own peak. Pleasure washed over the fox, lightning strikes of euphoria igniting his mind over and over as his own cock jerked, shooting strings of cum over the wolf's paw gripping it and the wall in front of him. He convulsed as he released a scream of ecstasy, his unseeing eyes rolling into the back of his head as he became utterly lost in an all powerful sensation of pleasure. Meanwhile, Victor was locked in his own throes of pleasure. He felt Kent's entrance spasm and contract behind his knot, his canine cock straining against the hot inner walls of the orgasming fox. The wolf held the fox tightly as he came inside him, firing his thick seed deep into the fox.
The pair drew in great gulps of air as they slowly came down from their sheared peaks. Victor released the fox-cock, moving his cum-covered paw to the fox's muzzle. The exhausted Kent leaned back into the wolf, gripping the offered paw with both paws as he eagerly lapped up his own cum. The panting wolf tenderly licked at the fox's neck, holding him as they enjoyed the after glow of their mating. The swollen knot lodged inside the fox seemed to radiate pleasure into the fox, who emitted soft moans as he waited for the knot to deflate.
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Kent sat on the hotel bed, holding his mobile to his black-furred ear.
"Yeah, I know, Mom. Listen, I made up with Victor." Kent rolled his eyes. "Yes, the hot wolf dude ... MOM! No I will not tell you how he is in bed! Look, I'll be back home as soon as my flight touches the ground, I promise!"
Victor sat up on the bed next to the fox. "HI MOM!" he yelled into the phone. The fox pushed him away.
"Yes, he is here with me now ... no! I will not tell you what he's wearing! .... no, I won't tell him that either! ... because it's inappropriate, mom, that's why! I have to go, I'll see you tomorrow ... I love you too. Bye!" he hung up the phone. "My mom thinks you're hot. I don't know if that's a good or bad thing ...why can't I have a prude mom like everyone else?"
"Smart woman, your mom. Hey!" The wolf grabbed the fox's arm. "I found this AWESOME Thai place! Lets go eat. I have post-sex munchies!"
"I really shouldn't, Victor, my flight leaves in three hours. I have to pack, have a shower ..."
"You can do all that later! Come on!" The wolf dragged the fox to the door.
"Well ... OK, but it has to be quick. And we clean that up first!" Kent pointed at the cum-covered wall by the door.
"Don't you guys have legions of old cleaning ladies to do that?"
"Victor!"
"Fine. You're such a tightass, Kent. But that's why I love you." The wolf said as he gave the fox a hug.
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My thoughts on this story can be found in the journal entry with the same title.
The title and story was edited by Hyenakona, many thanks.