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"I don't think that's going to fit." I mewled, grasping the sheets for dear life as the towering Hyena behind me placed the tip of his dick against my quivering asshole. "You might need more lube-" I stammered before yelping as he pushed his head into me, my hole devouring it slowly as it expanded to meet the challenge.

"I think we'll do fine," he said with a dark chuckle, that accent of his coming across thickly. His hands found their positions on my hips as he started driving into me and giving me his whole dick inch by inch.

As I was flooded with waves of pleasure mingled with some pain, my memory couldn't help but jump back to the beginning of the evening to how I got here in the first place.

It was a Wednesday night in the middle of the dog days of summer. The heat on the streets sizzled with a temperature that wasn't going down and my own sexual frustration. It had been weeks since I last got laid and that gal left me hanging on the third date. Something about being "too emotional" for what she wanted.

Six o' clock rolled around and I got a text from a pal saying they were hitting up a new eurotrash bar downtown. Lights, music, neon, and they assured me, plenty of tail to chase. It was a rash decision, especially for a work night but I think my balls would have burst if I didn't get them fondled that week.

A quick shower and groom, some classy clothes, and this was one Fennec Fox that the ladies would have to watch out for tonight. Before I left, I took one last glance in the mirror. Sure, I wasn't the tallest mammal on the town nor the most muscular(I was too thin in my opinion), but damn, I'd fuck me, ya know?

A taxi ride later, a few dollars poorer, and I found myself on the sidewalk outside the club. Bright, almost blinding neon lights pulsated in tune to the heavy bass that escaped from within. I mouthed the name of the club("The French Vineyard") before sliding in line for the bouncer for the I.D. check.

The next few minutes were a blur. The sudden assault of perfumes and sprays, heavy European dance music, and more laser lights than I thought were ever legal consumed the atmosphere. Somewhere, a fog machine was panting heavily as I dipped into the throbbing crowd to find my friends.

That's when I ran into him.

Easily two feet taller than me and far more sculpted than I could dream of, his lazy, half-zippered sweatshirt and jeans combo dripped of raw sexual energy that caught me off guard.

"Oh, am I in your way?" he asked, leaning down to my level with a toothy grin. I stammered and shook my head, feeling my face flush with an embarrassment I didn't think I had in me.

He yipped in laughter, a high pitched chorus I barely heard over the music and the crowd. "Let me get you a drink." He said, wrapping an arm around my shoulder and pulling me into his hip.

Normally, I think I would have struggled and fought to get away if somebody almost put my face in their crotch like that but I had to admit. He smelt good.

"What's your name, foxy?" he asked me, passing me a tonic and gin. His voice was soft but carried over the din of the club.

"A-Adam," I replied, "and yours?" I took a deep, long drink as I knew I'd need the liquid courage with how I was feeling right now.

He smiled, his teeth glinting in the laser show happening above us. "How about I tell you later...after we have some fun?"

I quickly found myself outside the club and into the hotel next door, all the while this strange Hyena led me on. I was lost for words and lost for thought; he moved, I moved with. He jumped, I jumped with. I felt something harden in my pants the more I stayed with him and my mouth grew dry at anticipation.

"Welcome to my royal abode." he said, opening the door into a small hotel room. "I hope you enjoy your stay, foxy."

I stammered out a thanks and looked into his golden eyes. "I'm sorry, I just-uh-well, I've never uh-"

He shushed with a finger then kissed me softly and slowly pushing me back to the bed. "You Americans talk too much."

My clothes came off my body and his mouth traced the outline of it, kissed and bit and licked from my neck down to my legs. I gasped in exhilaration at the feeling and grabbed his shoulders as he descended onto my dick.

He slowly licked at the shaft of it, small kisses with his tongue to the top of my six inch dick. "Cute." He said to my soft moans and gasps.

He pulled my dick into his mouth, his tongue greedily licking at the tip as my precum started leaking already. With a slow motion of his head, he sucked and caressed my dick in his mouth, his right hand fondling my balls and his left hand holding me down at the waist.

It didn't take long at all before I felt the pressure climb and my dick dumped its hot seed into his mouth, flooding out and oozing out of the sides of his maw while he hungrily sucked down on as much as he could.

"Ah, fuck!" I moaned, ecstasy rippling through my limbs. My head flopped back on the hotel bed as I came to terms with how good that felt. I'd never had a blow job like that in my life.

He grinned as he wiped away the cum on his mouth and grabbed my hips. "My turn." He growled, flipping me to my stomach.

I yelped in surprise at his sudden strength and grip. To tell the truth, it was a massive turn on. I could feel my sucked dry dick twitch at his dominance.

He produced a bottle of lube from the dresser drawer and doused his dick in it. His dick was large, easily eight or nine inches long and an inch or two thick. Veins could be seen throbbing along its shaft as he pressed it up against me.

Which brings me right back to the present moment.

He pushed his hips forward, digging his dick deeper into my tight ass and I couldn't help but moan as he filled me up.

His hands dug into my hips and he started rocking back and forth, thrusting with a steady rhythm that matched my heavy panting of delight. He grunted in unison as he worked harder and faster, his full dick riding deep into my belly.

"Good foxy!" he growled as he slammed into my ass again. He grabbed me harder and I could tell from his grunts he was about to cum.

"Fill me up!" I moaned, my hands almost numb from how hard I was balling up the sheets beneath me. As on cue of my words, he moaned loudly in pleasure and began dumping his hot love in me.

The warmth filled the bottom of my belly and I felt myself cumming again with him, my seed coating the sheets underneath me. He held his dick in me, grunting as he pumped me full.

His breathing slowed down as he kissed my back and pulled me close. We wrapped tongues together over my shoulder and he caressed my dick with a free hand. With a grunt, he pulled free of my ass and I heard the wet plopping of cum hitting the sheets and dripping down my ass.

"Good, foxy?" he asked, stepping away from the bed and wiping his dick clean with a towel from the dresser. "I enjoyed myself."

I gave him a weary thumbs up from my cum covered position on the bed; my voice was lost in my panting.

"Maybe you find your friends now?" He giggled. "Maybe you come back to see me?"

I gave him a smile and a shrug of my shoulders as I rolled off the sticky bed, sliding to the floor next to my clothes. "Maybe." I winked. I pulled my pants over and I fished for my phone from the pocket to see I got a text from the group chat. In all its LED glory, it read:

"Adam, turns out that club is a gay club. We're going across the street. See you there!"