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The unfortunate part about the fox's nightly jaunts to the city was that they always had to come to a close. And as much as he would have liked, in theory, to see his servants' eyes widen at the dirt in his fur and the common clothes on his back, he knew better than to push his limits. It took enough effort to keep them from spreading any rumors about his disappearances, already.

The bathhouses weren't at all the puddles of filth the palace insisted they were; the only difference was that the fox was usually accustomed to hot baths. Still, the fox never took an issue slipping into one of the many small bath-rooms, sliding off his clothes, and sinking down into the cool water. After the first few baths, he'd gotten used to the temperature, and came to realize that the only difference came in the shivers he had when he first dipped in. After his body became accustomed to it, it was just like back in the palace, the slightly murky water compensated for by the larger pool to relax in.

He let out a sigh and closed his eyes, spreading out his limbs, too lazy for the moment to reach for the soap. It wasn't until he heard the creaking that he realized he'd forgotten to lock the door.

A large wolf had taken a step or two into the room, and then paused. By the garb he wore, he looked somewhat regal, though the faded color of the garments ruled out royalty. From his build, the fox could tell that he must have been a soldier at some point; his frame was big, but not with fat, and his arms were thick with muscle.

"Apologies," the wolf mumbled, gripping the doorknob again and stepped backwards.

"I don't mind,"the fox said before he could stop himself.

He wondered when his spontaneity would get him mauled. When the wolf looked at him, grunted, and stepped back inside the room, locking the door behind him, he figured that now wasn't the time. Yet, at least; the big male wolf already had his sheath tingling, and soon, the wolf would be naked.

The fox tried not to look as the wolf slipped his shirt off. Since the other male wasn't directly facing the fox, he didn't have the best view, but what the fox saw made him squirm. He was about to reach for the bar of soap behind him, but he realized that in the process, he'd be doing one of two things: showing off how aroused the wolf was making him, both in sight and scent; or giving the wolf a nice view of his backside.

The fox groaned. This would certainly a delightful fantasy the next time he had alone-time in his chambers, but right now, it was torment. He panicked when the wolf's eyes darted over to him, paws freezing at his belt. They locked eyes for only the amount of time it took the fox to instinctively look away, and the wolf resumed stripping.

The fox couldn't resist watching the other male's pants come off. But thankfully, the wolf's paw closed on his groin, hiding his nethers from the fox's view until the wolf's lower body disappeared beneath the water. The fox let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

"You look familiar," the wolf said, his voice was pleasantly low.

The fox felt a brief surge of panic, but it quickly vanished. "I don't know you."

"I'm Ulric. And you?"

"James," the fox said automatically. "Are you a soldier?"

The wolf nodded with a chuckle. It was obvious, of course, from the way his form was sculpted; he had the build of a fighter, with broad shoulders and visible muscle He leaned back against the edge of the pool, and James's eyes caught a black nipple for a brief second. "Do you like soldiers?"

The playful words made the fox grin. He relaxed a bit, mimicking the wolf's posture from across the pool. "Yeah. And wolves."

"You foxes are cute," the larger male said. "A shame we had to meet here."

Arousal warred with caution and nervousness. "Is it?"

The wolf hesitated teasingly, tilting his head at the fox. "What are you suggesting?"

A quick fling with a hot wolf was what he was thinking, but he couldn't say that. "I want to touch you."

Ulric grinned a bit, but he didn't make any move towards the fox. "Just touch?"

"I want to play with your sheath." He felt so naughty, and it felt so good making the soldier grin in anticipation.

"Oh? You like sheaths?"

James felt his own sheath swelling between his legs. He gave a quick nod, and the wolf smirked at him.

"How old are you, kid?"

"Sixteen years."

The wolf paused. The fox was afraid that would be the end of it, but when the wolf next opened his mouth, what come out was: "What kind of sheaths you like? Big, fat ones like mine?"

"Y-yeah." By his estimate, the wolf was in his late twenties or early thirties.

"I guess it wouldn't hurt if I let you play with it a little," he teased.

With a low grunt, the wolf waded forward in the pool, towards the fox. A paw found James's and let it downwards, where a long, thick tube of flesh pressed into the gap between his fingers. The fox looked into the wolf's blue eyes as he closed his fingers around the hard ridge, already giddy with arousal, whereas the wolf just continued to look coolly back at him. James's paws explored the furred tube, reaching down to rub up against the sac that dangled below it. When the wolf's shaft began pushing free of its prison, the wolf's mouth finally opened to take in a few quick breaths.

"Have you ever done this before?" the wolf asked, and the fox shook his head. The wolf's paw grasped his again, moving it away--and for a moment, the fox was disappointed, before the wolf climbed up on the edge of the pool, spreading his legs a bit for easy access. His heavy sheath hung forward under its own weight, and bounced slightly as a result of his jerky motions. The wolf gave it a pat, and grinned. "It's yours."

The fox pressed his muzzle into the big wolf's groin, inhaling his heavy scent. His tongue darted out, giving the wolf's sac and sheath a few tentative licks--and when the wolf twitched a bit under his touch, his tongue became more insistent, running from the bottom of the wolf's sac up to the tip of his sheath several times. The taste wasn't unpleasant at all, and in fact, only made his own erection that much fuller. The wolf's low rumbling encouraged him, and he let out a moan of his own as the wolf's erection continued to grow, the length extending far more than James's own.

The fox's mouth was watering as he looked up at the red length; he had to get a taste. James wrapped his tongue wrapped around the hardness, and the taste was just like the masculine scent, but so much stronger. A big paw settled on the top of his head, lightly scratching his fur as explored the wolf's shape with needy fingers and tongue. Every reaction he got from the soldier made the fox's shaft throb harder as he cradled the wolf's erection.

He took the top of the wolf's shaft inside his muzzle, tongue rubbing over the pre-soaked tip. His muzzle spread wide as he guided a good two or three inches inside his muzzle, sucking on it eagerly as his paws closed around the lower section of the wolf's shaft. He slowly took in about another inch, running his tongue around the underside of the shaft, watching as rivulets of drool ran down the rest of its length and over the bulge of the wolf's growing knot. His moans were heated and needy as he suckled, trying to stimulate as much of the wolf's shaft as he could, savoring the taste of the older male's pre. The paw on his head encouraged him to take in more, but his throat protested. He didn't want to screw this up.

He backed off with a low slurp, looking up at the wolf a bit sheepishly as he wiped off a stain of pre on his lips. "Sorry," he said, gripping the wolf's shaft below the knot. He watched it throb with the beat of the wolf's heart, pre and drool slickening the red shaft. He leaned down to press it into the side of his muzzle. "You're so big..."

"I know," the wolf's low voice said, his paws scratching between the fox's ears. "You're doing great." Warmth blossomed in James's chest, and the wolf patted the floor beside him.

The fox understood, and he clambered out of the pool with a bit less grace than the wolf had. He saw the wolf looking between his legs at his shorter shaft, and there was excitement, not disappointment on the soldier's muzzle. "Yours is cute."

The fox lay down beside the wolf, head resting in the wolf's lap. "Yours is hot." He gave the pink length long, slow licks from the bottom of the knot up to the tip, paws rubbing where his tongue wasn't, marveling at the hardness, and then took the tip inside once more, suckling on it needily as he stroked the rest of the shaft. He let out a muffled "Mmm!" when the wolf's big paw closed his shaft, giving it a few slow strokes.

"It's okay," the wolf said, other paw still massaging the fox's head. "Just don't stop."

Stopping was the last thing the fox had in mind. His paws went lower to fondle the wolf's sac, his muzzle sliding down to take a good three or four inches inside, tongue swirling around it. He could still see several inches of wolf's thick shaft in front of him, and the big, throbbing bulb of his knot. It was like a magnet drawing his paws back to it, trying and failing to cover and stimulate every square inch of the wolf's throbbing hardness. But the wolf's needy pants above him let him know that he was doing something right.

He couldn't remember wanting something as badly as he wanted to make the big soldier climax now.

The paw on his shaft felt too good, and he couldn't take in enough air just through his nose. He backed away, grasping the slickened red shaft in both paws, watching the bigger male watch him as they pleasured each other. He marveled that the wolf was so hard that he couldn't make the flesh dimple, no matter how much he squeezed--and the squeezing provoked several long, needy groans from the bigger male. He stroked faster, watching how the wolf's muzzle contorted with the spikes of pleasure, the fox feeling them as if they were his own. The wolf's stroking matched his own, and the fox knew he couldn't last long.

"Ooohhhh..."

The slick shaft was wonderfully hard, and plenty big enough for him to fit both paws onto. The knot beneath it was enticingly fat, drawing a paw to close around it and give it a squeeze, making the big male gasp. The wolf was leaking more now, to the point that the fox's paw was becoming damp. He could hear the wet sounds that each stroke gave off.

"You're gonna make me cum, kid. You want that?"

The low words made the fox's breaths come a bit more shallowly. This started as a chance to roll a fat sheath between his fingers for a bit, and maybe get a look or two at the wolf's cock. It never struck him that he'd actually have it gushing in his paws, even though all his time his goal had been exactly that. "I want it so bad. Cum for me."

"I'm cumming. Ohhh!"

The fox's mouth hung open as he watched the big shaft throb, white spurting from its tip as the wolf's paw tightened against him. Each deep growl and groan from the larger male resonated deep inside the young fox, making his own shaft throb in the wolf's paw

He knew the wolf was watching him closely as he approached his climax. The fox's eyes darted down to the paw working between his legs, and then back over at his dark-furred companion, eyes flitting across the bulky, admirable frame The fox didn't know what his muzzle looked like, but he saw the wolf smiling at him. All he knew was that his mouth was open wide in exertion, and he was panting, hard. He felt his eyes squint and his muzzle contort in pleasure as his climax built. His eyes closed and his back arched, and James cried out in pleasure as his hotness gushed out onto the wolf's paw

Afterwards, James rested his head happily in the wolf's lap, paws rubbing at the other male's thick thighs. "I'd like to do this again sometime," he said.

The wolf laughed. "Heh. You're certainly eager."

James's ears flicked. He flipped himself so that he could look up at the older male. "Is that a problem?"

The wolf shook his head. "You came harder than I did, and I'm the one who got blown." The wolf's paw ran down the front of the fox's chest. "I think that's hot as hell. You feel how hard you got me?"

The fox tilted his head to the side a bit so that he could press his nose into the wolf's sac. "I want to feel it again." He ran his paws up the wolf's broad chest, feeling the muscle underneath the fur.

"Yeah? I'd love to give a fox like you a big bone to play with."

The simple, rustic language reminded the fox that he was still aroused, and still naked with a handsome soldier-wolf. He buried his nose in the wolf's groin, inhaling the thick, musky scent. He licked at the furred tube, but the wolf gave him a light push away. James whined.

"Sorry, kid, but I gotta go. Might be late for my shift."

The fox sat up, watching as the wolf stood and walked over to where his clothes lay. The fox did the same, eyes following the wolf's thick sheath and the sac below it, watching the way they gave slight bounces with each step.

"Why don't you tell me where you live?" the wolf said as he pulled up his breeches, hiding his groin from view. "So I can write you, and swing by from time to time."

The fox blushed. The thought of having the wolf at his doorstep once a week was appealing, but impossible. "I'd like to, but I can't."

"Why? You homeless?" the wolf said, pulling on his shirt.

The fox took a moment to put on his own clothes, remembering that he'd never had the chance to get a good scrub. Still, the thought of getting back into the water didn't appeal to him much. He figured it was best if he didn't answer the wolf's question.

Ulric shrugged. "Whatever. It's a shame." He looked a bit disappointed as he headed towards the door, hesitating to look back at James with a frown. "Maybe I'll catch you again sometime in here."

He vanished with a wink. The fox growled, once more annoyed at his parents.