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Hello, everyone, just something I wrote and decided to share. Coming down from the writing high of earlier this week, and there are still ebbing waves wanting to crash upon my keyboard. *smiles* Hopefully this is fun for you as well!

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Drew always felt a certain strange pride, in a way, whenever the telltale loud knock from the door made his ears jump and remind him that his regular visitor was there.

The fox hopped up from his bed in the dorm room and walked over, his tail swishing behind him, the young male's heart already beating rapidly in anticipation, when he opened the door.

"Hi," he smiled, but didn't get the opportunity to really put up his best smile, the larger male was already inside, having not asked for permission to enter nor waited for the pleasantries to be exchanged.

Drew snuffled softly and closed locked the door, quietly. His whiskers shook as he took a deep breath, and already got a deep whiff of canine musk, stronger than his own, if only because its source was physically so much larger than the fox.

His ears flicked when the fox turned around, and he stopped, quite abruptly, as he sighted the Doberman standing there, by his own bed, already shirtless.

Drew wasn't sure whether to be happy or disappointed by the sudden state of undress, which was growing even as he watched, how the Dobie kicked off his shoes and was already unbuttoning his jeans.

"What's the rush?" the fox smiled, flicking an ear as he stepped closer towards the muscular, tall, sweet-smelling male who seemed to fill the whole room with his prominent musky presence, both in scent and in person, much more than the gentle-mannered fox ever would.

The Dobie's eyes turned to him, briefly, over a shoulder and via a rotation of his waist that made the muscles over broad, dark back ripple in a very inviting way that made Drew want to run his paws over them.

"I've got a party tonight, I don't want to go there all pent-up, and I still have a lot of homework to do before it, so don't really have too much time," his belt-buckles clattered as he pulled his jeans down, baring his boxers-covered rump for the fox to see.

Drew felt a growing twinge of arousal at the increasing amount of bare Dobie muscle and fur on display, and he stepped over, slowly, carefully, and not wanting to intrude. His tail swished slightly nervously behind him.

"Okay, Trent."

The thickly muscled Dobie wriggled himself out of his boxers, adding to the small pile of clothes on the floor, and then turned around, displaying openly a thick boner for the fox watching him with keen eyes, that now became fixed on that red flesh sticking out of the Dobie's sheath.

Drew, breathing harder now, stepped close to the Dobie and did not hesitate to take a hold of him, stroking along the hot flesh in his palm, giving him a gentle squeeze while smirking a little. Trent's ears flicked and he rumbled, loudly, but soon put a paw over Drew's, and pushed it off himself.

"Sorry, bud, I really don't have time for much besides the real deal, so...uh...you mind getting down?"

Drew's smile faltered a little, but he gave a nod, and began to remove his own clothes. Trent gave him a brief look and moved over to the fox's nightstand, from which he produced the familiar objects, the lube, and a plastic wrapper which he soon tore while Drew was still dealing with his clothes.

"Had a good day yet?" Drew asked, halfway pulling his shirt over his head while the Dobie rolled down plastic over his hard dick.

Trent snorted, working his fingertips gingerly over his fully grown knot, trying to slip the condom over it.

"Just fucking amounts of homework, what else, and lectures from eight?"

"Yeah," Drew replied with a snuffle.

The fox was now naked, and sported a half-hard-on, a little bit of red poking out of his sheath, but not fully aroused, not with this amount of...foreplay.

The bottle of lube made a strange noise when the Dobie squirted it over his palm and stroked himself a few times to spread en even layer all over his hard, thick member. Then he tossed the bottle down to the bed, its trajectory followed by Drew's eyes, as he took in the scene.

"Help yourself," the Dobie said, and simply stood there, dick in paw.

Drew smiled ruefully as he got down to his knees on the bed and then picked up the bottle, and watched the arguably extremely arousing sight of the Dobie standing there, staring back at the fox with lust in his eyes, even if most of it was hidden behind the Dobie's quiet demeanor.

"Wouldn't have minded having a go at it in my muzzle," Drew chuckled, eyes concentrating on the red pillar of Dobiehood while his own fingers made very personal passes in his taint, under his slightly lifted tail, as he searched for his own hole.

"Maybe next time," Trent chuffed.

Drew pressed his slick fingertips against his hole and circles it, spreading the lube around thoroughly, knowing it was never a bad idea to be well-prepared for these visits.

Trent let out an impatient huff, and his whole body seemed to flex, as he stood there still.

"You ready?" the Dobie grunted.

The fox gave himself a deeper poke and hissed a little at the sensation of his muscles spreading out around his questing fingertips.

"Just about."

Wordlessly, Trent walked over and knelt down at the foot of the bed. Drew turned around to face him, but then felt paws grab onto his thighs and pull him back, the whole slim fox being manhandled in such a manner, being dragged closer to the Dobie and his towering shaft.

Drew yelped a little, and almost lost his balance, and fell over to one knee, which seemed to be what the Dobie was after, because next a paw touched against his back, between his shoulder blades.

"That's good," Trent muttered.

Drew snuffled and submitted to his fate and leaned down fully, putting his weight on his chest and his forearms while he knew that this position propped up his rear end and exposed it completely to the Dobie.

Trent grabbed hold of Drew's tail and pulled it up, and seemed to spend a few moments studying what he could find hidden between the fox's round rump cheeks, before the fox sighed as he felt the blunt tip press into the crevice and over the briefly lubed pucker.

"No time for fingers either?" he mused, hissing at the sensation of the big dog stroking his tip up and down in his taint, growling simultaneously.

The answer was a poke with that very same tip against his hole, and this time the pressure persisted, telling the fox that this was it.

"Ugh..."

Huge paws gripped onto his hips and held him still while Trent put his weight behind the movement, the pressure against the small muscled hole, that soon had no choice but to give out its resistance, to spare any further discomfort.

It still made Drew grit his teeth and gasp and breathe out sharply, as first his ring-shaped muscles and then the rest of him was stretched out around the thick canine member sliding into his body with a slow, familiar, never-ending movement.

Trent growled hotly and only stopped when his knot touched the furry, soft rump cheeks, telling him that he was in as far as he could go without trying to push even deeper into the tight, gripping confines of the fox's heat.

"Ah, fuck..."

Drew let out a deep breath and tried to relax the best he could, even with so much Dobie lodged inside his rear passage, and soon it was moving, too, and his hips were squished both by those paws and the incessant thrusting of the Dobie's thick, muscular hips, surely flexing massively with every drive into the fox giving his rear for him to use.

Trent was always pretty vocal when they had sex, cussing under his breath and moaning and grunting a little, especially when he sometimes sped up his thrusts and then slowed down to a near standstill, moving only languidly.

The throbbing presence in his butt and the constant pressure over his prostate was making Drew slip out of his sheath fully now, and he felt his length touch his soft belly, and likely he was leaking, too, over his bedspread. He'd forgotten the towel again, but there was not really anything he could do now, except take all the Dobie had to give to him and then deal with the consequences.

Trent pounded into the fox underneath him, going at a hard, fast pace. His breaths became more audible and the grunts grew louder, and deeper, while he continued his fast thrusts.

"Gonna blow."

Drew nuzzled the pillow under his chin and decided to help out the Dobie by deliberate squeezing down on him, making for a tighter route for him to push into. He also felt knuckles against his taint, telling him that Trent had already grabbed onto his knot, to simulate the feeling of being tied.

"Ahhh...shit..."

Drew sighed as he felt the heat grow, even with the condom on, he could still feel it, how the warmth briefly peaked and then was back to normal, and the Dobie grunted, loudly, when he spilled his seed into the fox's warm insides. Drew's own shaft throbbed strongly, but he didn't feel close to orgasm, not by a long stretch yet. He was capable of getting off from being fucked only, but it did take its time, and Trent had not been inside him for more than three minutes, likely.

"Ahh, man," the Dobie rumbled, and already he was pulling out, much to Drew's chagrin.

The fox grunted as he felt the thick shaft slip out and then disappear, leaving him feel stretched out and empty and slick, as his tailhole squeezed itself down back to its normal size. He rolled over to his back, breathing hard, his tail coiling around his leg protectively, and watched the Dobie, as he got off the bed and then walked over to the bathroom.

Drew could only watch how Trent put on the light, rolled off the condom and then tossed it into the toilet bowl before he stepped over to the sink and turned on the tap. The Dobie stood there, breathing hard, and then first washed his paws, and, unsurprisingly, simply pushed his swaying hard cock under the stream of warm water and gave himself a quick wash down there as well, all the while the heavily breathing fox watched. His own erection pulsed quietly against his belly.

Trent shut down the faucet and then grabbed onto Drew's towel, the green one, and used that to dry himself off, paw, dick and belly, before he walked back over to the dorm room and began to gather his clothes from the floor.

"Had fun?" Drew asked lazily, not missing the chance to admire Trent's butt as the big Dobie bent over to pick up a sock.

Trent gave him a look, and snuffled, but he was smiling.

"Yeah. You didn't cum?"

"Nope," Drew scratched his belly. "A bit brief for that."

"Okay," the Dobie replied, pulling up his boxers to cover up a still mostly hard engorged canine member.

"Never mind. I'll just go to the bathroom and paw off," Drew spoke, as if to offer consolation.

Trent was putting on his socks.

"I'll pick you up from the usual place on Saturday morning so we can drive out and do it properly," the Dobie spoke, almost absently and not looking over at the reclining fox. "You can ride it all you like and I'll knot you."

"Yay," the fox chuckled, briefly, while his tailhole clenched, out of...habit.

"I'll...uhh...I'll even suck you off, okay?" the Dobie suggested, once he had gotten his shirt over his head so that he could look at him, towering above the resting fox on the small bed.

Drew flicked a quick ear at him.

"If you want to."

"Yeah, sure," Trent snuffled and rubbed his neck, and then sniffed at his open palm. "Hmm...don't smell like cock anymore...good...uh...see you around?"

"Of course," Drew put up a smile for the Dobie.

"Okay, so..bye?"

"Bye, Trent."

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