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The fox had been waiting All week for this night, He'd been working himself up In hopes that he might

Come home with a guy From the local gay bar Who wanted to bone him And didn't live far

Our vulpine preferred To walk rather than drive, And he had not a car For his day nine-to-five

So the Florsheims it was His best dancing shoes The first things of notice When starting to schmooze

Are your footpaws of course Are they covered or no Do they flatter your figure? Expose ugly toes?

But the foxy we see He has just the right shape And so sockless he goes To make boys stare agape

The rest of the outfit Assembles like glue Fishnet top, leather pants, Built on those sexy shoes

Cologne can be sweet Or much too overpowering One whiff of the stuff Any wolf would run, cowering

Far away from the fox, So he forgoes tonight Wearing natural musk Impossible to fight

Any dog worth his salt Would not fail to approach Such a sweet-looking fox And not seem to encroach

Upon personal space One would have to assume By the way this boy dances End to end in the room

He is certainly pegged By some master or other, But no collar or leash Do his fluffy neck bother

He must be sixteen But how did he pass By the bulldog outside Have you looked at his ass?

Only ten times or more In the last thirty seconds That tailflap is loose So much so that it beckons

The first set of paws To do a good deed And fasten it up Help a poor fox in need

One wolf is the bravest He crosses the floor Not the least bit the shy one A paw reaches for

That loose button of bone Just above that full tail And our fox turns to face him Scents nothing but male

A smiling grey snout Flashing fangs in the dark This wolf does not know that He's lit up a spark

Of seduction down deep In our cute fox's soul The lupine is just perfect For filling the goal

"May I?" Timid, he asks, Trying not to seem pushy The fox tail goes left Its fur well-groomed and cushy

Making quick work Of the flap, moving on To the front of the fox Who thanks him, and yawns

And is licked by the wolf Now more forward than ever Having taken a chance Thinking himself quite clever

The fox, startled, steps back His neck poofed all to hell His tail, thrice its size, Gains a few stares as well

But the dance floor continues As loud as before And the lupine, hot-blushing, Says, "Head for the door?"

The fox nods, does his best To unpuff his composure As they exit right by All the gay-boy brochures

"I liked how you danced," Says the wolf to the fox "I don't get out that much, don't like twinks and the jocks."

Smiling now, pleased as punch The vulpine won't say He's a self-proclaimed twink Fairly gayer than gay

But for this wolf, tonight He can put on the mask Of whatever it takes To perform his fave task

Turn a corner, the dark Of an alley nearby "Did my tail feel that nice?" To this hunk of a guy

Who replies with a stroke 'Long its luxury length Sending all kinds of chills Sapping our fox's strength

And diverting it to The most obvious place The blood rushes on To his sheath, not his face

And the wolf does not hide His own half-erection They're now front-to-front And fangs nibble affection

His back 'gainst the wall, The fox whimpers assention The wolf takes the hint Doesn't bother to mention

A condom, protection Not any of that For they both are quite happy To do things bareback

It's much simpler that way No awkward fumbling 'round Deep in pockets or wallets While your cock goes down

So then off come the pants Of both parties, revealing Two hard canine boners Wolf smiling, fox squealing

In horny delight As the wolf he descends To kneel on one knee His long tongue never ends

As he pushes it out Just enough to the tip Of our poor fox's cock Sees the pre, takes a sip

And is met with a salty-sweet Treat to his palate Such complexity He knows just what to call it:

"Delicious," he murrs And goes down a mite further Right up to the knot "'Pologize for the girth, rrrrr..."

But size doesn't matter To this lustful dog He makes use of the smaller One's cock, eyes agog

At the throbbing of blood Deep within the small member So powerful for Such a compact, cute slender

Fox cock, and it seems To be just the right size For some deep-throating action Not gagging, he tries

For the knot, and almost He can get it all in If it weren't for his reflex The shaft is so thin and

So wonderfully shaped And the wolf bites the bullet Stacks all of his chips Slides the thing down his gullet

Now gasping, now panting Now yipping with joy For our fox knows he has Done just right by this boy

It is just what he wanted He's made the right choice And he would tell the wolf Should he regain his voice

But his balls are quite busy Work harder than hard Much obliged to the wolfie Who pleases his ward

With rapt care and close mind To his near-spurting cock Just a few seconds more A mere tick of the tock

And the good deed is done Our fox barely gives warning Starts flooding the wolf And the smile that was forming

Upon his pursed lips Now it turns to an "O" Of surprise, and then duty As he takes up the flow

Of thick foxseed, hot, creamy Slides into his tummy What a good boy he's being Well, no doubt, this guy's yummy

As soon as it started The vulpine has finished His cock is deflating His climax diminished

The wolf stands up now From his subby position And bends in quite close So the tired fox can listen:

"My friend, so it seems You have busted your nut So now what about mine? You have such a cute butt."

And although he is drained In his post-cumming glow The russet-furred sheath It has heard, and it knows

What it wants more than oral A gift from behind A second opportunity From the lupine

For another great mating A different way To engage in gay sex With this wuffie today

As his head is tied tightly Direct to his cock The fox nods and his tail Goes up curled like a sock

To give room for the wolf Who now unzips his pants And pulls out his hard urgency Sharp as a lance

Its respectable size Tops at seven point five Adequate for a wolf So the fox will survive

More or less full intact After thoroughly plowed So it's up to the wall He goes...ears and head bowed

"Be gentle," he says Though he's done this before But not in a while So he's bound to be sore

No matter how big And no matter how thick This wuffie, when he knots Better be more than slick

Because yiffing in public Taboo and arousing Can land you in jail And a new type of housing

The men you find there Who plunder your booty Don't much care for gentle If "bitch" does his duty

They make it a point To stifle their moans As the wolf meets the fox Lip-locking kills their tones

And the probing begins First searching, then urging Till the foxhole gives way To incessant cock-searching

Pinned against the wall Cold hard bricks on his back Our dear vulpine, he spreads Legs wide, fondles his sac

And then that of the wolf Who gets into a rhythm His back arches in To rid wuffballs of jism

It starts working, as sex Is oft wont to do For the typical end Ends up covered in spoo

And two eager canids Are approaching the end With erections abounding A climax to tend

Our dear wolf, he knows well To not tie with the fox For the alley is sure patrolled By rent-a-cops

Who are sworn to protect The public from wrong Though it's hardly offending To see a wolf dong

Being inserted now, rather Zealous, I'd say Up the rear of a vulpine Who's glad that he's gay

And a part of this moment Going out was the best To occupy his time With a wolf as his guest

Who has proven effective In sexual matters That knot pounding His insides to bloody tatters

It feels so damn good! And the wolf hunches over His balls tighten faster Right paw moves to cover

Their collective heat From the rest of the world While inside his boots The lupine's grey toes curl

He empties all his seed In a tight, willing ass In the shadows of alleys Kinky, but with class

And grace, with modesty Unknown to his kind He is quiet and murmurs Sweet nothings refined

In a voice so low, gentle Like their clandestine coupling The size of his load It enlarges, size doubling

He's waited for this The whole entire day Finishing with a fox Who's a wonderful lay

Is a gay cruiser custom Take advantage of those Who are smaller than you By taking off their clothes

So his thrusts become slower And the flow starts to wane The sky opens, light flashing Ushering in the rain

Disconnecting, they pull Up their soaking-wet garments And shiver in the dark When food reaches the varmints.

"Do you smell that?" our fox He asks, hungry as well. Down the street there's a Krispy Kreme Doughnuts to sell

The cops are all hunkered down Over their mugs Our canids aren't that far From looking like thugs

So the fox, in his boyish tone Pets the wolf's neck And asks, "Your place or mine?" Gives his nosepad a peck

"Well, you choose," says the wolf Whom the vulpine obeys Turns swiftly on his heels They begin through the maze

Of concrete and steel On this cold, lonely night For these two lusty dogs The stars seem to shine bright

If only for a moment While plowing a hole It's still more than nothing Tells you you have a soul

Deep down in there somewhere 'Neath flesh, fur and bone If you think with your cock Then you're not alone

Because out there there's someone Who thinks like you do So go find your own fox He's been waiting for you..