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It was exactly 8:30pm when he checked his phone. The compatriot he was waiting on was now officially late. Eric had hoped his date would be punctual, but that now seemed not to be the case. When you're as particular about your dates as Eric was you had to make concessions here and there, and tonight Eric knew the first concession he'd be making was to tolerate lateness. He very much hoped there wouldn't be any others.

He sat in the lobby of the hotel he'd selected. It was a place he'd been to several times before and all for the same reason. Eric wasn't particularly well known by any of the employees, as it was a larger more upscale place that boasted a large rotating staff of likely a hundred or more. Any building with Trump's name on it was expected to be luxurious and patrons expected a certain level of service and care afforded to them. The billionaire's ego demanded that everyone left his businesses with intentions of returning. Eric sometimes wondered if Trump business kept photos of Trump himself on their back walls emblazoned with "You're Fired!" to inspire and rally the troops.

On the wall across from him there was a large full sized mirror. It stretched from the floor to the ceiling. There were several such mirrors on the opposing wall as well as the one to Eric's back. The white, lean, stallion gazing at him was his own reflection. He sat too far away to catch his details and he was not about to engage in a faux pas by turning to face the mirror behind him to look himself over again. He knew he was well groomed, but he adjusted his tie just slightly. The pale grey tie he'd selected matched the coolness of his blue eyes. Combine that with his choice of a slick and trim white suit he looked very sharp, but also very cold. Not very approachable.

People walking back and forth through the lobby ignored and avoided him. He knew what he looked like. Disinterested, indifferent, cold, distant. Eric maintained a perfect stoic expression that only occasionally displayed mild annoyance when he checked his phone. Even if he was to check reddit for cute photos of children or pets he wouldn't dare crack a smile and would instead display that same negative expression of annoyance or boredom. It helped signal to others he wasn't open to casual conversation, which was his personal preference. He liked solitude and had found a way to carry it with him even in public.

At 8:47pm a red fox walked into the lobby from outside. He was of average height, which was to be expected as it matched his profile. Rusty red fur, thin trail of white from under the chin heading southward to hide behind the collar of his polo. He was... shabby. Eric couldn't tell if the polo was intentionally eggshell or if it had once been white but had yellowed from wear. At least the fox tucked it in. He was wearing a brown leather belt, which looked worn from repeated use, and khakis, which also looked worn from use especially at the hems with signs of fraying. The dress shoes looked passable, and the jacket he wore was brown leather. The jacket was the only thing that looked weathered that was supposed to be. Eric frowned despite it, but he was the date he'd picked. Yet another concession him him to make.

The fox spotted him quickly and they shared a glance. Eric watched him pull a hand from his jacket pocket and point a finger at him questioningly. Eric cracked a faint smile and stood. The fox was his date.

All the fox had to go off of to find him was that Eric would be a white stallion wearing a white suit. He didn't share photos on first dates. Eric knew he was easy to spot, but spotting foxes was not so easy when they fit the standard mold.

"Mr. Doe?" the fox asked after the two had stepped close to one another. Eric looked him over up close and saw that the fox had been very honest with his profile, which boded very well with Eric. For a fox he was average in height, which put him a few inches shorter than himself, which he enjoyed. Eric reached out without speaking and picked a single red hair from the collar of the fox's jacket and flicked it away.

"I am Mr. Doe. And you are Mr. Frank?" Eric answered and followed up with a question. The fox seemed sheepish now, but not terribly so. The vulpine had his own measure of confidence, but it was clear to Eric as sunlight was bright that the fox was not expecting to be meeting with someone that looked like Eric. Oh yes the fox certainly knew he was meeting with a stallion, and a white one at that, and he also knew they were meeting up in the lobby of a Trump hotel, but did he expect to see someone that stood with the presentation he had? Wealthy, confident, important? No, Eric never gave that much information away in his exchanges online. He always presented the air of normalcy, of defaults. He wanted his partners to assume he fell within the norms rather than without them.

"I am. Are we staying here? Or..." The fox named Frank asked. Frank felt like a very working class name, but that was just his own history talking. He'd seen a lot Franks on tv in the world of working class men and blue collar jobs.

"We will be staying here. My tab. Shall we go?" Eric asked. The fox gestured with his hand to lead the way before stuffing it back into his jacket. Eric gave another faint smile and turned to lead the way. He'd already secured a room and had the key in his pocket. He knew he'd be coming to this hotel multiple times so he'd gotten an account with the company. It made setting reservations and getting specific rooms easier.

The room he'd selected had a view of the canal that ran through the city. At night it was a sight to see with the hundreds of businesses lining its edges all alight and sparkling. The reflections of the lights on the water often left the water looking like stars. Combine that with the natural stars above on a cloudless night and you had something quite stunning to see. The effect only really worked if you were high up enough in a local skyscraper, however. Eric had to hit the button in the elevator for 13 to get them to the correct floor.

"So, uh, what's your name, Mr. Doe?" Frank asked. As the elevator rode upward Eric could feel that the fox was getting nervous, probably anxiety about what was to come. Eric was a lean stallion but he was still a stallion all the same. He turned and gave the fox a gentle smile. He let the smile reach his eyes.

"Eric. Doe can continue to be my last name for now." He said. "And should I assume Frank is your handle?"

"No, Frank is me, just Frank. Williams." The fox replied. Frank Williams. Still felt very working class to Eric not that it mattered. The elevator was passing the 6th floor and they were the only two in the elevator. Eric turned to face the fox proper and stepped very close to him. Frank leaned away out of reflex but Eric caught him by the arm and leaned in to kiss the fox on the mouth. The fox managed a muffled 'ummp' before being completely silenced by the stallions dancing tongue. Eric felt his companion physically relax after a few moments of their kiss and when the muscles in the fox's arms eased and loosened Eric stepped closer still until their fronts were pressed together. The stallions superior height left Eric feeling more excited. He loved being taller than the people around him. He was powerful, but the height advantage just helped him to milk the sensation for more of that feeling. He ended the kiss only when the elevator dinged that they had reached the 13th floor.

"Can you feel that?" Eric asked as they remained pressed together for a longering moment. The fox, looking up at him with his warm hazel eyes, he nodded. Eric smiled again and stepped away. He turned and exited the elevator knowing the fox was trailing behind him right on his heels.

Eric reached his room and keyed the door open. In a respectable fashion he opened the door and stood aside to welcome his companion into the room. The fox entered and Eric shut the door quietly behind them both. The room wasn't the largest suite available, but it was still just as luxurious as any other. Single bed with a small kitchenette nestled into one corner. Eric had selected this room for its view and its price. If his companion proved worthy he could bring the fox back for another meeting and pay for a better room. There was also a hot tub in the bathroom, by the way.

"This is really nice." The fox was saying. Eric stepped behind him and took the fox by the shoulders. The fox was not startled, but he did reflexively press his hind end backwards. Eric rocked his own hips in return. He knew the fox could feel it through his khakis.

"It is." Eric replied and let his hands slid down the fox's arms until he could slip them over to his waistline. The stallion leaned in a little more to get close to one of the fox's ears. "Before anything else happens you are reasonably aware of why we're both here."

"I certainly am." he replied back. Eric felt the fox put his hands over his own and rub them. The fox didn't look much like a bottom, but he was gently responding like one. He had self control. Very nice.

"Can you use 'sir' from now on, Frank? You can also address me with Eric." The stallion asked, then pulled his hands out from under the fox's and slid them around to find the fox's belt buckle.

"Sure thing, sir." The fox answered. Eric let his head nestle into the crook of the fox's neck. The was a faint hint of cologne. Enough to notice in the midst of intimacy, but not so much it would overwhelm the fox's natural aroma. Eric stopped himself at the belt buckle and instead chose to let one hand drift low. He gripped gently and rolled his palm over the front of the fox's crotch. Good. Very good.

Eric pulled away, but not too quickly. He let himself drift until he could retake the fox by his shoulders. The stallion turned him around again he pressed in for a kiss. The fox touched Eric on the sides and ran his hands up and down with a slow and generous motion. Their lips parted. "Help me undress." Eric whispered and gently pushed down on the fox's shoulders to lead him to take to his knees.

The fox complied. As Eric slowly undid the buttons on his blazer the fox matched his pace and patiently unbuckled his belt. By the time the fox had freed the belt from its loops Eric was free of his blazer, which now lay tossed over a chair next to the bed. His tie soon joined it. The fox was not hesitating to unzip him and free his cock.

"Do my shoes first." Eric stopped him before he could get too far. His front button and fly were wide open and his shaft was straining against the last real barrier between it and the world beyond. His silk boxers were all that stood between the fox and Eric's mast. That didn't prevent the fox from leaning forward to nuzzle the stallion's crotch. With his face pressed into his bulge the fox untied the stallion's laces and helped remove each shoe. Without asking he also removed Eric's dress socks. "Good. Now you can continue with my pants."

The fox looked up and hooked his fingertips under the waistband of his boxers and pulled them down until he had to tug at his pants as well. Without aiming to in the least Eric's cock sprung from its confines and slapped the fox in the cheek. Eric licked his lips as he watched the fox help him free his legs from his pants whilst simultaneously nuzzling his cock and balls affectionately. He could tell the fox was getting very eager to please him. The vulpine had that kind of energy about him.

"Now, you're next. I want a strip tease." Eric told the fox. The fox looked up at him and smiled. It looked for a moment like he was going to give his shaft a lick, but Eric noted that the fox was maintaining his self control. That was very good.

Eric stripped off his button down and let it join his blazer on the chair. The stallion moved to the end of the bed and sat. Now that he was nude, he crossed his legs and let his cock rest over one thigh. He elected not to stroke it as he was certain that the show the fox was preparing to give him would be more than enough to maintain his erection. Eric knew self control as well.

The fox was stepping away to be closer the wall. The way he let the jacket slide down his back and over his arms seemed too practiced to be a simple coincidence. Eric tried to hide his smile but the corners of his mouth were likely exposing him. The fox casually tossed his jacket to aside and it hit the floor unwanted.

Rusty red hands undid the first button of his eggshell polo, then the second. With both hands the fox rubbed at his collarbone and neck while letting his eyes smile at Eric as he let his foxy hips tilt and sway in a way that wasn't masculine at all. Eric liked that. The fox continued his rocking from side to side as he tugged his shirt over his head until his head and ears finally popped free of the neck. He had a coy smile the entire time and the stallion could clearly see the fox was getting into it.

He dropped his polo to the floor behind him and ran his fingers along his belt until they rested over his buckle. Eric had to uncross his legs to adjust himself against his thigh before recrossing his legs. The stallion was watching with a great intensity. His cock was rigid as steel and his nuts felt like they were tingling with anticipation. It'd been too long, Eric though. He need this. A stressful week had preceded tonight, and he very much wanted to vent.

The fox was unbuckled, and those delicate masculine hands were unsnapping the button of his khakis. Eric wet his lips. White boxers came into view with a bulge tinting them out more and more as the khakis came down the fox's thighs until, suddenly, as the pants passed the fox's widest point on his thighs they came dropped down to his ankles. Eric couldn't hide his heart beat from himself anymore. It was racing. The fox had a stunning body!

Athletic, lean, healthy. Rusty foxy red and a white trail down his chest to disappear behind the white his boxers. Eric caught the fox's gaze, and he knew that the fox knew. It was now no secret and Eric could hardly pretend to be coy himself anymore. The stallion finally laid a hand on his prick and found that he was leaking seed. He smeared it over the head of his cock until he could feel it cooling against the bare flesh.

Finally the fox rotated slowly until his tail was swishing behind him for Eric to see before coming to rest between the red hued thighs. The fox leaned forward and wiggled his boxers off himself to drop them to the floor where he stepped free of them. Now curled between his legs the fox's tail was in the way. Eric adjusted himself on the edge of the bed and uncrossed his legs permanently this time. He was slowly stroking himself now. He felt very ready.

"Come now, Mr Frank. Do not tease me too much." Eric finally spoke up. The fox turned his head to him and gave a look over his shoulder. The fox uncurled his tail and flipped it to the side and Eric could finally see the fuzzy white testicles hanging along with a very red and very erect cock. The vulpine member, by Eric's best estimate, was indeed to the stallion's liking. On the fox's lean and trim body it seemed out of place. A casual flip through any gay gentleman's magazine and you'd think men with the fox's body were nothing but little twinks in the bedroom, but the stallion enjoyed men that defied expectations.

Eric was certain the fox was a fun lay for anyone that enjoyed having a fine handle to grab onto. He watched as Frank tugged at one cheek to expose himself more in a slow and casual way. Eric felt a twitch as he eyed the fox's pucker. The stallion flexed his own hand around his cock and tried to imagine how girthy the fox would feel in his own palm when they finally moved passed the foreplay stage.

"Come here." Eric said. The fox wiggled his rump in reply and turned. Eric smiled more broadly now as the fox almost strutted to him. Without any hesitation Eric reached out and grabbed the fox by his sides. One hand on each side of those slender vulpine hips. His fur was softer than looks let on. He squeezed and found a firm purchase. Frank let his own hands come to rest over Eric's.

"Here." The fox pulled at Eric's hands and the stallion let them be taken a little higher. "That's the best place to grab." Almost at the fox's waist. Eric smiled, then pulled the fox to him.

The stallion caught his partner and buried his face into the fox's chest as the wiggling vulpine slid his knees onto the bed so he could keep upright and straddle the ivory stallion clutching at him hungrily. Eric reached behind and wrapped a hand around the base of the fox's tail. His other hand joined the first and when Eric lifted the fox's tail Frank yipped when Eric shoved a finger from his free hand into his asshole. There was resistance at first, but then the fox relaxed and Eric had no trouble exploring the fox with a single digit, which was soon joined by a second.

"I like doggy, sir." The fox whispered down at Eric. The fox started running his hands through the stallion's trimmed mane. One red hand found an ear and massaged it between his fingers. Eric only exhaled into the fox's chest and found the fox to be well worth his effort to get him here.

It was difficult finding good partners to fuck. Eric's standards were high, and his vanity demanded certain elements to be met. Tonight he had wanted an attractive fox, younger than himself, and to be a faggot. A male that loved to lift tail and get bred by a better man. The way the fox squirmed on his knees and hummed and whined as two fingers probed his anus told Eric he'd found himself a match.

Freeing his hand from the fox's tail he pulled it around to the fox's front and found purchase on the fox's cock. "I see you weren't lying on your profile, little fox." Now that it was in his hand he could gauge the fox's endowment so much better. Eric had a fetish for endowed partners that looked impressive. He squeezed the fox hard and the vulpine whimpered and wiggled his rump in reply.

"Yes, sir. So little." Frank answered with a light giggle. Eric was going to demolish this little fox, oh yes. He just needed a little more warming up. A little more foreplay to push him to that proper state of mind to take and breed.

"You ready, Mister Frank?" Eric asked. He punctuated his question with a tug at the fox's anus and a squeeze on his shaft.

"I think we both are, Mister Eric." The fox replied, and he was right about that. Eric was positively rigid like steel. Eric freed his hands from the fox and wrapped his arms around the fox's middle. The stallion stood up from the bed and the fox let his knees slip off the mattress to let his feet touch the floor.

They kissed. It was a brief, but passionate, kiss. Eric grabbed his partner by his ass and let his hands massage the flesh through the rust colored fur. The fox had a fine ass indeed. Eric broke the kiss and shifted his attention to the fox's neck and nipped and kissed at the collarbone until he was pressing his nose under the fox's chin. His red partner was wiggling his hips and running his hands up and down Eric's arms as their cocks each twitched against each other in time with their respective heartbeats as they kept their bodies pressed tightly together at the edge of the bed.

"You're awfully hard right here, sir." the fox told him. Eric felt the fox grip his cock with both his hands. Skilled fingers caught and played with the pre Eric was drooling from his tip. Eric answered by chuckling, and kissing his canine lover on the neck and reached between the fox's ass again to probe once more at the asshole hidden there. "Ohh." The fox replied, and continued to smear the stallion's messy precum over both of their cocks.

The fox, Eric noted, seemed to enjoy playing with his cock, which was right and fine by him. The fox also seemed to be comparing dicks, which made the stallion smirk through another kiss against the fox's neck. As he moved his lips up to fox's jawline he felt his dick get pressed against the fox's own stiff member.

"You're so big, sir." The fox added. The fox ran his hands up and down both of their shafts. Fox and stallion pre was being smeared like lube over their shafts. Eric didn't need to look to know that they were positively coated in cock spit.

"Are you ready?" Eric asked again. The fox tilted his head and their cheeks touched.

"Yes, sir. I want this." he replied and gave the stallion cock a squeeze.

"The you know what to do, don't you?" Eric said and forced his lips over the fox's hard. He broke the kiss and started in the fox's eyes.

"Yes!" Came the quick reply and the fox squeezed and pumped Eric's cock once for emphasis. It sent a shiver up Eric's spine.

Eric pushed the fox away gently, and almost reluctantly. He loved pressing his body against his partner's, and enjoying all the groping and foreplay that ran along with doing that.The stallion knew that the foreplay was over for now.

"Then before I give us what we both want, you'll need to..." Eric let the sentence drift to silence. The fox before him smiled sheepishly and stepped back close to bridge the small gap he'd made between them. Rusty hued hands explored Eric's front until they came rest on his shoulders.

"I remember." The fox said. Looking very shy. "This isn't how dates usually go for me, but you were very particular, sir..."

The stallion pulled the fox's hands away and placed them down on his cock. The fox instinctive stroked Eric's shaft slowly without letting his eyes drift away from his own.

"If you could turn around, sir." The fox told him. Eric smiled and took a step back before turning to face the bed. His heart was racing now. A steady thump and thud that was punctuated with a jump and twitch of his needy prick. Eric had to exhale and breathe to keep himself in control. Soon, soon. The foreplay was done, but not the edging. There was much edging to be done before the two of them could get what they really wanted.

The stallion crawled onto the bed and felt the fox quickly followed after him. He felt a chest pressed at his back as a stiff canine member bumped under his well kept tail. Hands stroked his flanks as Eric maneuvered himself until he was on his elbows and knees. "You said you liked doggy?" He asked, looking over his shoulder.

The fox leaned his head close to his own and licked at the stallion's cheek. "I wasn't referring to how I liked to top, sir. But this will be just fine, too." Frank replied. The fox reached and explore back behind the stallion and Eric felt his tail being pulled properly to the side. "Are you sure, sir?"

"I was very particular, wasn't I?" Eric replied. The fox answered by gently prodding Eric's backside with the tip of his cock. Eric exhaled hard as the shaft slipped inside. The stallion relaxed and let the stiff prick slip deeper and deeper until the fox's girth finally began to stretch him past the norm. "Like that. All the way, little fox."

"Yes, sir." And the fox became bold and shoved himself in all the way. Eric grunted and felt his legs go weak. A sharp sensation exploded from within him, which was quickly followed with lights behind his eyes. That tell tale sensation, the swelling pressure, anytime something tapped and prodded his prostate he felt that. It was a merciless feeling. The fox slid back and pushed again. Eric grunted and shivered in response. "Will I tie you?"

"Yes!" Eric managed to say. The fox behind him never stopped. He was obedient in his quest to pump his canine meat inside the stallion's backdoor. Eric had been very particular! "Don't stop until you do!"

The fox redoubled his efforts. Once seeming masculine the vulpine was now much less dominant. Of course, Eric was the one bend over on his knees, but the fox was the one holding on for dear life as his hips rocked like a blur. The role of dom and sub were blurred as the stallion bucked his hips back and grunted out commands to the poor fox. Go. Do it. More. Blurred lines and foggy roles.

Eric could tell the fox was not experienced with being on top. His thrusts and motions were erratic and jerky. He lacked the precision of a male that regularly bred and bedded bitches. That was all perfectly fine. All Eric wanted from the fox was the delicious and painful edging. He could feel the cock prod and stroke his prostate again, and again, and again. Repeatedly, rapidly, that sensation hit him without mercy. God, he couldn't stand it! Yet he would have to tolerate it!

Eric could never cum from being a bottom, that was why he left it behind when he was a teenager, but there was nothing in this world that could edge him harder than being fucked. Having his backside teased and tormented only served to push him to a violent edge that left him aching from the tip of his cock to the deepest reaches of his groin. He never failed to pump his victims full of a heavy hot load if he was edged like this. They were always stellar orgasms, and he very much intended to get one of those tonight! Eric was almost manic just thinking about what was going to come! The stallion could feel the now squeaking fox's knot bump against his asshole. Canines, he loved those canine knots. The bigger the better! Let that faggot fox pump him full of hard knot.

"Shove it in!" Eric grunted coarsely, and the fox desperately tried to ram himself inside. The ride was rough and treacherous, and Eric could only imagine the kind of torture he'd endure when the knot finally breached his last line of defense and laid bare its full might onto his prostate.

"OhGodDammIT!" Eric rasped and bucked his hips back. The knot went halfway in! It was so close. His ring was straining and struggling against it so hard. Damn that fox for being so big!

"S-sir?" The fox asked quickly and stopped with his pecker only halfway buried. Eric reached under him, falling with his chest against the comforter, and grabbed the fox by his plump fuzzy nuts.

"Do it!" The stallion grunted and squeezed the nuts in his palm hard enough to make the faggot yipe. Frank obeyed and slammed his hips forward hard. Eric saw flashes of color, then felt the fox slam again, harder, and desperately. The vulpine hammered his abused backside until that fat knot, that obscene bulb of flesh, was a constant terrible presence stretching open his asshole, but stubbornly refusing to pop inside. Eric gave up on trying to hold himself up. He planted his face into the bed and reached back with both hands.

Letting go of the fox's nuts her grabbed onto the vulpine's thighs and pulled. Trapped, the fox rutted into him with weak noises that were hardly becoming of a man with a cock as impressive as his.

When it happened, after a slow eternity of rapid short thrusts from the faggot behind him, Eric saw a cascade of stars in his vision before they were all drowned out by the intense light show that was his brains feeble interpretation of a large canine knot punching him square in the prostate. He barely registered the rising heat and pressure of the fox emptying his nuts inside him. All Eric could feel was the twitch, jerk, and throb of that swollen ball of meat thumping itself against his abused prostate.

"Oh god..." the fox breathed shakily over him, sounding exhausted. Panting. "Sir?"

Eric didn't immediately reply. He felt like he'd been horribly blue balled, but he still clung to that persistent and desperate need to get off. He wanted to cum so bad, but of course with him, he hadn't. All his cock could do was keep itself stiff as steel and drool pre all over the fucking bed. Teetering on the edge Eric had to fight against the urge to jerk at his prick.

"How long til you can pull out?" Eric rasped back. He lifted himself to his elbows again. The fox tried to answer.

"Um, maybe, five, ten minutes? I don't stay hard long." the fox said.

"Well then, Frank." Eric managed to say with much more control and calm this time. He flicked his hips to the right and the fox fell over and took the stallion with him so they laid out on their sides. "As soon as you pop free I'm going to remodel your little asshole."

"I'd love that, sir!" the faggot fox panted back happily. Eric was good and well edged, and his erection wasn't about to go away anytime soon without getting itself buried into something first. The stallion twisted his torso around until he could plant a hot kiss on his partner. He groaned as he felt the knot tug at him from within. His dick twitched again from the pressure on his prostate. He was aiming to make very certain that the fox was glad he'd swiped right.