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The swimming baths were dark. Their owner had closed them an hour ago, and only the street light's gloom fell through the huge window-fronts. Max was still swimming his lanes, slowly and comfortable. He knew the owner by chance, and for a fee was allowed to stay over time and enjoy the water all for himself. At his own risks, of course, but Max didn't care. He was a lean, tall husky, and well build. He was a big shot in his business, not just some little fish at the bottom. Even now he was going through the numbers in his mind, preparing presentations, sorting his baits and bribes for the upcoming meetings.

Eventually he left the swimming pool, grabbing his towel and wrapping it around his waist. By habit he arrived after closing-time, so he usually didn't care to bring swimming shorts with him. It's quicker this way, too, and time is money. Max was still so busy with his thoughts, and accustomed to his privacy in the whole swimming bath, that he didn't really notice the lights coming from the showers. The noise of a single active shower was the first thing to actually disturb his thoughts. But he was already through the door, his towel unwrapped like a curtain, only covering his ass and putting his front on full display, when he fully realized the situation.

Under the shower, in a down pour of hot water, a young guy was lying on his back. His legs spread, an impressive erection throbbing above the balls of the fennec. Soaked fingers rubbing the sweet spot beneath his sack, and his pointed muzzle sucking at the tip of his member. His eyes were wide with surprise, staring at Max.

He didn't know if he was more irritated or shocked himself, seeing this frisk fennec intruding his well payed for privacy, when a pleasant warm feeling spread from his groin, slowly drowning irritation and shock both. He looked down, seeing his sheath bulging, black tip showing. Lifting his eyes off his own pride, he smiled at the fennec, who's eyes were now on the husky's groin. He didn't suck anymore, but his fingers were twitching beneath his balls, rubbing at the pelvis right above his tail-hole.

Casually, like this was just another business meeting, Max took away his towel completely, hanging it on a hook at the wall. The young man in the shower slowly relaxed, eyes still wild, but losing his initial paralyzes. He hadn't known someone was still around, nor did he know his uncle ever allowed anybody in here after closing. He had his own keys, though his uncle didn't know that. Every now and then he sneaked into the showers or the bath to enjoy some time all by himself. Just him, his fantasies, and sometimes his toys. He couldn't help but wonder and worry, though mostly wonder, at the adult husky who's caught him. He ought to be some years older than him, so how conservative would he be? Was he going to bust him? Why was he smiling like this?

"Who are you?"

His voice was deep, but not unpleasant. Charming, with a hint of command in it. "Stan", the fennec answered without thinking. He stood next to the shower, not minding to switch it off. His member was still throbbing, even more now from excitement. He tried everything to suppress his fantasies. This thick black rod must taste incredible, never mind how sweet it must feel. While he watched it, it grew even bigger. Could this be real? Stan looked the stranger right in the eyes, these ice-blue eyes, which smiled down on him. So close, so very close now. The husky touched his shoulders.

"Hi, I'm Max. Mind if I help you out with your... needs?"

Max chuckled in his mind, but didn't let it show. Whoever this Stan really was, he had 'slut' written plain on his forehead, or at least 'pervert'. This type wouldn't sing, not if he got a sliver of a chance to get this again. So why not get some profit out of the circumstance for himself? Unless yet another unofficial customer showed up, but that was unlikely. He enjoyed the fennec's none-comprehending stare. Desire was all over Stan's face, so Max didn't give him time to process the situation. This type is better used for action, anyway.

"C'mon, Stan.", Max cooed with his most seductive voice, "Suck my cock. That's what you want, isn't it?" With a hand on Stan's head he slowly shoved him the right way. The fennec was butter in his hands, eyes fixed on his member, mouth almost drooling. It was hard not to laugh. But then Stan was kneeling in front of him and Max drowned in a warm ocean of incredibly talented lips and a weaponized tongue to match.

This can't be real. Stan kept thinking, but his body was already acting on his own. He moaned under his breath, choked by the rod of black meat in his mouth. The husky was just as musky and tasty as he had imagined, salty and masculine, if not even better. The sensation was overpowered by the all surroundingodor of chloride from the pool, but he was used to that and ignored it. Max throbbed in his mouth. Stanpressed his tongue against the bottom side of his shaft, drawing it all the way to the tip, sucking lips following like a tight hole,makingthe husky growl his pleasure and release drops of pre-cum ontoStan'stongue. He sighed in pleasure. With every few strokes of his rhythm the couple lost more of their tension. Stan's handswandering over the thighs of the husky and holding him, Max gently playing with the fennec's big ears whilescratching the back of his head.

When Max disengaged, Stan lost orientation for a moment, confused and bereft of his treat. "Lay down." Max said, more command than charm in his voice. Buthis strong arms didn't leave him much of a choice, either way. Hitting the floor with a splatting noise, he found himself handled like a puppet played by a master, his legs over the canines shoulders, Max'scoolpleasant eyes locked with his. For a moment his slippery tip pressed againstStan's entrance, makingthe fennecmoan, before the connection was lost again. Max was veryfocused right now. This partner was new to him, so he had to make him feel comfortable. And to get him into the right position. A little higher, a little to the left. Yes, that's it. When Max's searchingthump found the hole, his digit slipped inaccidentally, drawing a pitched, lusty squeak from the fennec. What a cock loving butt-slut, this one. Smirking, Max leaned over. It was auto-pilot from here. He offered Stan only a moment of expectation and wonder. Thenhe thrust in.

The fennec's ring spread, andhehowled in pleasure. Waves of blissoverpowered every thought and every other sensation. For a second he clamped down on the throbbing meat intruding his backside, but then he breathed in slowlyto relax. Max grinned, enjoying Stan's reaction. He was only half way in. Stan nodded, unsure if the gesture was necessary. Max pulled back, much slower now, and carefully eased his way further inside. This butt was hot, and he had to pulltogether all his willpower not to blindly violate this fragile fennec. His groin was burning with lust, his muscles twitching with primal instinct, but he kept himself slow, pacing the auto-pilot. The first thrust had surprised even himself, but the fennec didn't seem to mind. Pretty much the opposite,actually.

Stan couldn't take his eyes away from those of the stranger. He didn't worry or wonder at this point any more. All was just bliss, and whatever came afterward didn't matter to him right now. What really mattered was this big cock, Max's hot breath washing over his chest, the lust in hiseyes, Max'sclaws in his shoulders. Stan moaned, surrendering himself to the moment, drowning in a seaof ecstatic pleasure.

Max couldn't hold back. No more. It didn't make sense to him. He is always in control, he never succumbs to temptation or impulses. But this boy, the way he moved, the way he moaned. His body, his voice, everything begs, demands more of his dominance, givingthe fennecwhat he asks for, fuck him like the animals they were. His hips jerked in quick motion, a blur of rocking and pleasure, building further and further toward the ultimate climax. Max growled, clenching his teeth tight. He didn't hear the orgasmic scream from Stan, even though it made his ears ring. His knot had buried deep into Stan, his hot load jettinginto his clenching butt. Warm seed spurtedagainsthis belly, Stan's whole lower body twitching through theclimax.

Max breathed hard, slowly recovering. It was only now he noticed the taste of wetfur in his mouth. He had sunkhis teeth into Stan's shoulder, butdidn't taste blood and thought that was a good sign. Very slowly he pulled his jaws back. He meant to check Stan's expression, but could only moan from the sensation of a tight, hot slut twitching around his member, milking the last of his loadfrom his loins. Then he relaxed again and looked down atStan, who clearly was in heaven. Max sighed, relieved. He reached out with his right hand to softly stroke Stan's cheek. Stanopened his eyes tolook at his partner, thishusky come from his most secret dreams. He smiled. Max returned the smile, leaningin to kiss the fennec.

The couple rested there for some time, but it wasn'tmuch more than half an hour. Max's knot deflated eventually, making both moan and sigh with a hint of regret thatthe time for parting hadcome so soon. But Max leaned in, holdingStan for one more long moment to kiss him intently. Only then did he retreat and stand up. It didn't make sense to him right now that he had warmed up so much toward this slut. What was supposed to be some cheap fuck after work had turned into something more.

The husky showered next to Stan, who was still lying there. His afterglow was bright and pleasant. Rational thoughts tried to make him worry what would happen next, what he should think of himself and this whole thing that just happened. But he didn't allow himself these worries, not yet, not at all. Instead, he looked up at his partner, imaginingwhat it would be like to meet him again. To make this become something more. What it would be like to call him his lover. And Max, with a composition of knowing warmth and calculated distance, said in his most charming voice "See you next Tuesday."

_Don't go._Stan thought, when he saw the husky leave. Max had taken his time showering, he had taken his time drying, and yet, now he was gone too quickly.

_Tuesday._Stan got on his feet. Pleasure ran through his muscles, his back still tingling ever so sweetly from the recent exercise. Stan smiled again, all worries gone.

Yes, Tuesday. I'll be here.