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Hello y'all, here's a nice little weekend story to keep everyone...amused!

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The owner and operator of the Roadway Rest Haven Motel, Mr. Phillips, never had any false pretenses about the kind of clientele his modest establishment attracted. Its position on the road was perfect for the purpose it served for many of those wishing for a room for the night. While Mr. Phillips might have been a fine churchgoing, married, 3-kids and a SUV kind of a guy, the goat also knew that money never stank, even if it was handed over in the form of beer-stained dollar bills by furs barely able to stand on their paws due to intoxication.

Like tonight, he knew, thanks to the always working grapevine, that the aircraft carrier USS George H.W. Bush had docked to the naval base yesterday, and that today, a Friday, the thousands of crewmembers would finally be let go on a shore leave. That meant that Mr. Phillips' poker buddy, Mr. Coleman, would make an excellent profit at his little watering hole up street, and Mr. Phillips' fishing buddy, Mr. Bobkins, would equally cash in at his grocery story that would probably sell more beer than even during the Super Bowl.

It was only 11 pm and already the goat had rented out eight of his twenty rooms, filling out the till in his small Norman Bates-inspired office nicely. The plaid shirt-wearing goat could simply sit back and relax and keep the television volume high enough so that no sound would be heard coming from room number one that was behind the office wall. It was the very same room which he fifteen minutes earlier rented out to a burly marine Doberman and, judging by the smell all over the marine while none else was seen, a German Shepherd female. Despite the distraction provided by the Wheel of Fortune reruns, the goat's ears could still pick up the occasional rough grumble and high-pitched giggle coming from beyond the too thin wall. Oh well...sometimes the show was good, and Mrs. Phillips would get a treat from her husband, but perhaps not tonight, Mr. Phillips wondered and scratched his belly.

The bell on top of the office door rang with a brief chime just as it was opened, revealing a crew cut-wearing wolf who was unmistakably a navy boy alright, the goat decided as soon as the male walked over without too much a sway. Good, he decided, barely lifting his eyes from the gripping drama of possibly winning a kitchen blender circa 1995.

"Evening," the wolf rumbled.

"All night or just by hour?" the goat asked, his eyes peering at the visitor through his eye glasses with lenses as thick as the bottom of a beer bottle.

"Uhh...," the wolf's breath smelled of liquor, but not too bad.

At least he still had the control of his tail, slowly swaying around, Mr. Phillips decided as he pointed a paw towards the sign on the wall that listed out the prices. The wolf took a brief look and then began to dig out his wallet.

"The whole night then, for two," the spoke.

"There's a 10-dollar extra charge for ship mooring nights," the goat replied to the wolf, his ears flicking with rude amusement as he saw the wolf's brow raise.

"Whut?" the wolf didn't sound too amused.

"You drunken navy boys always mess things up, and someone's gotta pay for the new sheets, new lamps, new wash basins, new beds...do you know how many beds you navy boys break every year?" the middle-aged goat grumbled.

The wolf's tail lashed out, but he added the ten-dollar bill on top of the small pile on the counter. Mr. Phillips pocketed the money and handed out the key to number 21.

"Here you go. Checking out by 10 am. Gotcha?"

"Thanks, gramps," the wolf was already making his not too swaying way out of the office.

"You should buy a vowel," the goat grumbled to his old TV set.

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Ensign Justin Broderick of USS George H. W. Bush spotted his trick leaning against a telephone pole, near the glossy neon sign of the motel. The fox's red fur got a strange tint from the red neon light, and made his bright eyes almost shine in the near-darkness. His tail swished as he spotted the tall, bulky wolf approaching, and his ears flicked.

"Come 'un," the wolf grinned, waving a paw.

The two walked in silence until they reached an old painted door with a small sign that read: "21" on it. The wolf with the crew cut opened the door and ushered the fox in by giving his back a little tap from his big paw, almost making the fellow canine gasp with surprise. Justin also had the courtesy of flicking on the lights and locking the door behind them before he turned to face the fox again, still smiling.

"You wanna get busy, Luke?" the wolf, despite the couple of beers and one whisky shot he'd gotten in the bar, recalled his trick's name.

The fox's tall ears flattened briefly, but he nodded in a quick, cute way that fit his lithe figure, his dyed head furs, that swishy tail and the surfer boy kind of outfit he wore, cargo pants, shirt, elastic wristbands, sneakers. All in all, he looked like one of those twinks in the porn clips Justin watched when he was in port and couldn't be bothered to try and get some tail.

Tonight he was planning to get some serious tail, though.

The bulge in the navy wolf's pants was more than enough to tell the fox that he was going to get royally reamed up his torpedo chute by a horny wolf whose only sexual outlet for the past months at sea had been clandestine pawing off sessions under the sheet in his bunk. The musk of a dozen big, muscular guys pent up on the lack of girls was more than enough to get the wolf going to town with his trusted assistant.

Justin moved forward and caught the fox against his chest, chest to back, with the fox's tail swishing against his belly and pecs while he squeezed the lithe male close to him, pressing his nose against the surprised fox's head and smelling him. Awww, Justin thought, he smelled just as clean as he should, with the scent of that shampoo that the fox's mother probably had insisted that he should use. His natural scent was more sweet than musky, lacking the sweaty spice of some other attractive guys, but he more than made for it with the jittery demeanor and almost squeaky sounds coming from his throat while the big wolf licked his ears.

"Nice boy...," the wolf rumbled, nipping on the nearest ear while his paw splayed over the fox's belly and brought his compact little butt into more firm contact with Justin's loins.

"Uhhh...," the fox let out a sound and seemed to be content to be held in the wolf's strong arms, even leaning back to the makeshift embrace.

Justin's drool wetted one of those tall, pointed ears while he licked along its edge, bringing another near-whimper from the fox pressed against his body now, the wolf's cock comfortably nestled against one cloth-covered rump cheek, his paw pushing over a flat, soft-furred belly.

"Have you been with many guys before, fox?" Justin whispered roughly into the molested ear, wanting to feel another shiver coming from the easily riled creature.

His paw slid lower on the fox's belly and grabbed the front of his cargo pants, pressing, splaying, finding a modest bulge, and the clear outline of a fully formed knot. The fox called Luke gasped and hissed at the feeling, and his tail almost tickled Justin's chin with its constant flicking motion, sandwiched between their bodies.

"Uhh...uhh...two, sir," the fox gasped.

Justin's brow raised at the honorific for he hadn't expected the fox to do such a thing, but he couldn't help but agree that it was also kinda hot, making him feel more masculine, in a way, a little bit of roleplay, maybe one could call it that, to spice things up. He tilted his head a little and nibbled on the fox's lean neck, feeling the red canine's pulse against his lips. That brought another moan.

"Were they older guys or your age?" the wolf rumbled, wondering mildly on just who had been able to enjoy the fox's young little rump or his muzzle, maybe.

"Uhh...yes...yes...a...a ohh...," the wolf's teeth raked across slick fur and made it smell like whiskey in the process. "A...a guy from school..."

Justin kneaded the cock he felt through the pants and continued his licking on the fox's neck, wanting to turn the little creature on so that he would be especially receptive of the wolf's approaches.

"What did you do?" he spoke in a rough voice, hoping that it'd tickle the fox's submissive mind properly.

"I...uhh...ahhh...sir...I sucked this guy off..."

Justin chuckled, nipping on the fox's neck briefly before he spoke.

"Did he like it?"

Luke gasped and sighed under the continued licking on his neck, but he managed to answer, despite the throbbing in his pants when the musky navy wolf played with his cock and balls.

"Yeah...he...he was drunk...," Luke almost giggled.

"That's a naughty thing to do, fox...," Justin decided that while he didn't usually like to call furs by their species, there was something about foxes that just made you want to call them something that perfectly suited their swishy nature.

"Couldn't swallow it all...," Luke added, his ears flicking happily while the wolf's lips and tongue moved over to the back of his neck, kissing him, slowly, nosing and nuzzling over the soft furs.

Justin chuckled into the furs under his muzzle and tugged on them briefly with his teeth, giving the fox a fair little warning of his possessive desire, the want to have the fox's body for his own, if only briefly.

"And did anyone ever hump this cute butt of yours?" one of the wolf's paws slipped down and squeezed on one half of Luke's pert fox ass, cupping the rump cheek easily, and rubbing it somewhat roughly.

"Ahh...uhhh...yes....," the fox's tail tickled Justin's arm with its swaying, rapid motion.

"Tell me," Justin coaxed on, his paws stroking across the fox's hips from both sides.

"Uhh...this guy from work...last summer...,"Luke spoke in a quiet voice, hissing a little when his sensitive cocktip rubbed against the cloth of his boxers, "...we...ohh...fooled around and he fucked me..."

"And did you get to sample his ass, fox?" the wolf's saliva had made a big slick patch on Luke's neck by the time he was finished with his last round of slick laps.

"Ohh, no...he wasn't into bottoming...sir..."

Damn, this was getting fun.

"I think I better see how you are into it, " Justin grunted and heaved the fox off his footpaws.

"Wow!" the slightly drunk fox yelped at the feeling of losing ground beneath his feet, but it was soon muffled by the fox's slinky body hitting the bed, making the springs squeak.

Justin stood by the foot of the bed, paws on his hips as he took a wide pose and grinned, flicking an ear as soon as the fox got his muzzle off the pillows he had landed upon. The wolf scratched his bulge and smiled more broadly before he took a step forward, his knees hitting the foot of the bed.

"You wanna taste it a bit before we get to business?" he grinned, putting his paws to his sides again.

"Fuck yeah," the fox spoke, his voice thankfully not as slutty and high-pitched as Justin might have feared, though he had to admit that the fox cut a definitely sexy figure while on all fours, crawling across a dingy motel bed towards an awaiting hunk waiting for a blow job.

His paws were agile, too, Justin decided as they felt up over his junk through the cloth before they were all too busy unzipping him and easing his pants off his own navy rump. It must've been because of all the packing, he decided, recalling that the fox had told him that he worked at his father's grocery store in town. Why that detail endured in his mind, he didn't know, but it hardly mattered when his cock flopped out heavily, bouncing briefly before it remained hard and throbbing, pointing upwards in an attractive, sexy curve of copious inches of wolfhood.

"Wow...," the fox licked his lips, much to Justin's amusement.

"Why don't you say hello to it?" Justin grinned, not unkindly.

"Hello...," the fox swallowed before his black lips touched the tip of that graceful cock, lapping up a drop of pre from the blunt head that seemed to be more than inviting of a warm muzzle over it.

"Hello, hello," Justin's paw landed on the back of Luke's neck, holding onto him while the fox repeated his lick and a kiss, making the thick cock jump , and causing the wolf to hiss loudly

Luke opened his maw wide as he attempted to take as much as he could into his muzzle, letting an inch after inch of hot wolf cock slip inside him until his limits were reached at about four inches. An abortive attempt to get some more resulted in a brief gag and flat ears, but Justin simply rubbed the back of the fox's neck and smiled.

"Take your own pace, foxy, you're doing alright," he spoke, his voice heavy.

It might not have been the most expert blowjob of his sexual life, Justin decided, but it was pretty good all in all, with that slippery tongue playing with his shaft and the feel of those lips, and the general heat and slightly clumsy eagerness of the teen fox playing with his big wolf cock. A paw slipped between his legs and cupped his balls, daring to squeeze and tug them a little upon Justin's encouragement.

"Good boy...you can squeeze a little bit more...just watch those teeth...," the wolf mentioned as he felt a brief touch of canines against his tip on an outwards bob of that slim, pointed muzzle.

"Hmmpphphp," the fox slurred around the cock in his maw, and Justin was damn sure that the fox was smiling despite the mass of flesh pushed into his muzzle practically up to his tonsils.

"Good job...polish that gun for me...," Justin wasn't quite sure where the dirty talk was coming from, but it was probably a result of the combined feeling of that slurping muzzle on his cock as well as the sight of the kneeling fox's cute ass, all round and curved by his posture, complimented by the tail swishing all over the bed.

Justin let the fox work solo for a little while and took his paw away from Luke's, neck, but that was only to get rid of his shirt and his tank top, tossed off to the side before he returned to his earlier relaxed pose, though now showing much more shaggy furs and muscles for the fox's eyes. He looked pretty cute like that, Justin had to admit, looking up with his big eyes and that black little nose pad, all the way while bobbing up and down on a cock that possibly the biggest he ever saw before. Justin rumbled appreciatively and scratched behind the fox's ears.

"Doing a good job...I'm all worked up."

The room was filled with slippery noises and a funny sexy musk for a few moments more, before Justin spoke again.

"I think I'mma do something else now...you sure you up to it?" Justin pulled his cock out of the fox's maw, hitting the fox's nose with a thick droplet of pre and spit while it bounced up and down once being released from its fleshy receptacle.

Luke licked his lips and smiled eagerly, his tail wagging.

"Been ready since I saw you walk into the bar," the fox must've been blushing under his cheeks since he looked away somewhat bashfully after the bold remark.

"Hahah, you're a little fire cracker, aren't you?" the wolf smirked, already trying to slip out of his pants without stumbling too much.

Luke flicked his ears and made a cute face.

"Yeah, that's it," Justin chuckled, finally rid of his clothing. "A little fire cracker wanting to get some wolf meat, yeah?"

The fox flicked his ears shyly, barely meeting Justin's eyes.

"Thought so...why don't you show me what we came here for, now, foxy?"

It was a remarkably clumsy strip, Justin decided as he watched the fox get naked on the bouncy bed, shedding his surfer outfit with remarkable speed, not even shying on getting his boxers off so that the wolf caught a sight of the fox's cock that was almost as red as his furs, hard and pressed against his white belly, smelling musky and nice. The fox sat on the bed, cross-legged and with his tail flicked about one of his thighs, watching the wolf watch him, watching the cock that was waiting. The mighty shaft glistened with spit and pre and pulsed slowly, emitting more hot musk into the sex-filled air of the room. Justin grinned.

"Looking nice...you work out?"

"A little bit," Luke scratched his chest slowly, still feeling quite intimidated by the sight of the horny wolf giving him the eye.

"I'mma give you a good workout alright," Justin smirked and hopped onto the bed, landing with lots of squeaking, and not just from the bed.

The fox felt nice under the wolf, lithe, yes, not much compared to some of the beefcake guys Justin had bedded in his day, but the gently undulating body beneath him wasn't bad at all. Luke made nice little yelp when he felt Justin's cock poke him in the belly, for example, leaving a long trail of pre all over his creamy furs while the wolf put his puppy juice over him. His tail wagged and tickled Justin's thighs, and his paws gripped on the powerful sailor's sides, feeling how they bulged as the strong canine hovered over him. His muzzle tasted of some alcopop he'd been drinking at the bar when Justin entered the crowded establishment. The sugary tang fit the fox fine, Justin decided while he dry-humped the soft belly of the quietly crooning boy under him. His own eroticism wasn't dainty, Justin liked that, nothing feminine about it despite the fox's stereotypical twinky looks and nasal twang. Sex was sex, and it was hot, and it going well, and soon it'd be going elsewhere, too, when Justin got up, knelt between Luke's outstretched thighs and gripped his ankles to position those agile legs over his own shoulders.

The fox's ears fluttered as he watched the wolf above him, the canine who was grinning toothily even while he folded the thin fox in half on himself, propping his ass up for the best angle for what he had in mind. The wolf smirked and licked his lips, his paws rubbing over the fox's firm calves, liking how they had become tense from the awkward posture. His head tipped down and he caught a sight of the pink pucker, surrounded by the white fur of the fox's taint, highlighting the red, little, wrinkled 18-year-old tailhole well. He knew exactly just how old, considering that he'd seen the fox show his ID for the bar keeper, proving his age.

That'd been three hours ago, and already he was staring down to the twinkly little fox's tight little ass and the hot little hole he was planning to fuck well.

"You ready for some big bad wolf?" Justin knew he'd never been known for the best dirty talk ideas, but at least that was a classic, and accurate in that he was...big.

"Yeah, been so long...," the fox under the wolf complained.

"This is your lucky day," Justin smirked.

The wolf tilted his head down and drooled over the fox's balls and taint, covering everything with a thin film of spit that seemed to gather over at the snug-looking hole at the base of his tail. It clenched a few times while Justin watched, practically pulsing while it waited for something to enter that hot little tail.

Justin used a paw to press his cock down from its curvy position against his belly and to press that blunt hole against the tight pucker. Both canines hissed at the feeling of flesh on flesh, but neither got the patience to wait for much longer. Justin gripped onto the fox's upturned rump and pushed, applying firm pressure against the hot tail star still trying to resist entry.

"Ohhh..."

"Fuck yeah..."

The burly navy wolf shifted his hips and used his very bulk to press his cock more firmly against the fox's quivering flesh, teasing it with pressure until there was no way that the fox's body could resist the invasion any longer. He could only gasp and bite down on his lip when his hole was spread open around the thick tip of the hard cock trying to ease into his depths. Justin growled loudly, dominantly, leaning over the fox he had bent in half for a fuck, another inch of his cock moving past the tight ring into the fox's gripping body.

"Ahhhh...."

"That's it...nice and smooooooth...." Justin slurred, holding back the more overt grunts while Luke's rectum massaged his dick, practically sucking on his cock with remarkable strength.

Lots of grunts and moans later, his balls were firmly pressed against the fox's white taint, all inches of wolf cock safely contained in the bottom fox's tight rump while the wolf took him fully, used him for their pleasure, held him tightly and firmly, almost protectively. The wolf was already panting, almost overcome by the tightness around his cock. There would not be endurance records being broken here, that was more than clear when the fox' innards squeezed on his tip deep inside the fox's body, milking more slick pre out of the wolf and into the fellow canine's heat.

Maybe it helped that the whole scenario was like out of a cheap gay porn flick, the thought did pass Justin's pleasure - and booze-muffled mind while his hips began to work, going up and down while he humped into the fox's inviting rump. Luke's belly was already stained by pre leaking out of his cock, stimulated only by the constant press of the wolf's cock against his hidden prostate. The funky scent filled the wolf's nose, almost surprised by the intensity of the male musk coming off the fox, but it certainly was a pleasant surprise for the sex-starved sailor. Neither could speak, rather resulting to grunts and rumbles to communicate with each other while the navy wolf fucked the high school fox on the dingy bed in a motel that charged extra for ruined sheets.

The gentle rub of the wolf's ball against the fox's taint was replaced by a right slapping sound while his fucking was ramped up to full speed. Each teeth-baring, hissing thrust pushed the thick, fleshy knot against Luke's pucker. The fox's maw was slack, his tongue hanging out while he panted and took it the best he could, though still, whenever the wolf pushed against him properly, the extra stretching brought a quick yelp from the bottom fox getting reamed soundly by the don't ask, don't tell wolf. His complaints hardly mattered, for the wolf had decided that he'd tie with the fox, stuff his bottom for good and make sure that the fox would remembered his one night stand for a long time.

Before that, though, he had to work that knot into that tight fox hole. Justin pushed his legs further up and held firmly onto the fox's hips, leaning over him fully and growling menacingly, just as he pulled his hips back before shoving them forward. He battered the ring-shaped muscle for a few more seconds with the hardest thrusts he could muster, deep ass-pounding shifts of his hips, until the muscle seemed to give up and allowed the passing of that thick bulb into Luke's near-virgin back passage.

"Ahhhhhhfuuuuuuuuck...."

The wolf drilled the fox's ass for a few precious seconds longer until the burn became unbearable and he simply let go, losing any semblance of self-control while he spent himself in hot, snarling bursts of cum into the fox's speared rump. The intensity of the flood of hot cum triggered the fox' own cumming. His narrow muzzle got a white painting from his own ropes of sticky teen fox batter. The mask of cum only added to the allure of a face clenched in an orgasm, stared down by the hotly panting wolf above him, still making lazy humps into the fox's overflowing butt. The flow of cum from his drained balls into the fox's tail tapered down into a trickle, carried on the continuing mini-thrusts, and his saliva dribbled down over Luke's cum-patched white chest, mixing into a sloppy hot male cocktail over the fox's narrow chest.

"Goddamn foxy..."

Justin licked the fox's striped cheek and tasted Luke's spunk on his tongue.

"Humph, sticky boy...," he smirked, looking down to the pleasure-slack face of the rump-stuffed fox.

"You're big," the fox rumbled, low in his throat. "Really big..."

Justin's cock throbbed inside the fox's cum-coated tail tunnel, reminding them both of its presence once more.

"That's what I'm known for," Justin smirked, his lips glistening with the fox's cum, momentarily before he put it back where it belonged, on the fox's lips via a tongue-intensive kiss.

The wolf's paws slipped under the fox's shoulders and he held onto him while Justin maneuvered them onto their sides, a position that would be a bit more comfortable while they waited for his knot to come clear. The fox's warm breaths tickled his face, almost like a caress, and his breath smelled of cum, and sugar, and something fruity from his drink. The thought made Justin chuckle.

"What're you laughing?" the skewered fox asked, his tall ear flicking.

"That I just humped the teenage dream," the rough sailor wolf smirked.

Luke made a face and showed his tongue.

"I've got a driver's license 'n all you know."

The wolf chuckled.

"You still probably think that X-Box is the greatest thing ever invented."

The fox pouted.

"Why you gotta tease me now?" he snuffled. "You were nice when you hit on me and fucked me."

"I told you, I'm the big bad wolf," the still mounted wolf proved this by a sharp flex of his hips, nudging the fox's prostate with his still huge knot.

Luke yelped.

"Ouch!"

"Bet your other lay wasn't this big," he smirked proudly.

"No," the fox replied meekly.

"Awwww," Justin snuffled and licked the fox's ear.

Luke murmured contently and relaxed again, even remembering to flick his tail, tickling it against Justin's legs.

"So...uhh...you got Facebook or something?"

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