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The grey fox strode past the yoga room of the gym and into the men's locker room. After grabbing his bag and showering, he sat down in a towel for a bit and rummaged through his knapsack.

"Expect that big bear to skip a Saturday workout," he grumbled as he laid out his clothes carefully on the bench. "Practically the whole gym to ourselves, but does he care? Of course not." He pulled his socks and underpants over his wiry legs. "He was supposed to help me with squats and leaps today," the fox continued as he pulled his shirt on over his average-sized build. "And God knows he needs to do more cardio." His button-down shirt covered his slender arms, and the snap of his belt being buckled followed soon after.

Standing in front of the mirror, he put on his suit coat and looked himself up and down. Apparently satisfied with his outfit, he rounded the corner to go from the back end of the locker rooms (where the metal cabinets stood) to exit through the shower area. On the way out of the partially-concealed area, however, he nearly ran straight into a large brown bear.

"Hey! Where ya going?" He grinned and gave a light punch to the grey fox's shoulder that made the smaller of the two wince slightly. "You aren't done already, are ya?"

"That's right. Done already." He said, a little coldly. "Some of us have boring lives, and don't wake up late from drinking to go to the gym."

"Who said anything about having an exciting life? Did I say that?" He chuckled, and went to go sit down on the bench. "I just got here late because I overslept. I missed my cartoons, too, y'know." He gave a comically sad face that made the fox smile a bit. "That's better!" he pointed at the younger man's toothy grin. "Keep it that way. It looks good on you."

The fox blushed. "Just what I expect from you. I'm wearing two thousand fucking quid worth of cloth on me and you compliment my smile." Upon noticing what his workout partner was wearing, he giggled. "Nice pajamas."

The bear rolled his eyes as he removed his knit top, revealing a broad chest and heavy-looking arms. "This is a sweater. It counts as clothes." He didn't remove his sweatpants, instead tying them tighter and reaching into his locker for a t-shirt. "How about you? Why are you all prim and proper? Date with a cute boy?"

The grey fox blushed even harder than before. "I should have never told you I was bi," he muttered, leaning against the lockers behind him and giving a heavy sigh.

"Hey, I didn't mean anything by it. Just a joke. Go on, pull one over on me if you want. Free joke shot." Before putting his shirt on, he spread his arms out in a welcoming gesture, displaying his wide build.

"You- you... you're gay," the fox said unconvincingly, before giving himself a light slap on the forehead.

"That's not a joke, it's just facts, that's the whole point I'm making." He shook his head and went on unfolding his shirt.

"Wait, what? You're gay? Why didn't you ever tell me? I told you!" The fox now had a look of utter shock on his face.

"I know!" He chuckled and rubbed the back of his head nervously. "It reminded me of when I came out to my parents. When you get older, you get over it, it just kind of doesn't matter."

"Like hell," the younger male grabbed a protein bar out of his pocket and started to unwrap it frustratedly with a great clamour. "You could have told me. Come on, man."

"Alright, alright, I'm sorry, okay? Can I have one of those?"

"No."

"If I help you unwrap that one, will you give me a bite?"

"Shut the hell up, man, I'm trying to think."

They were quiet for a moment, until finally a tiny pop and a sound like a creaky door marked the release of the snack from its wrapper. The fox started chewing reflectively on the chocolate.

The bear took the opportunity to say, "I don't think it matters because we're not really in the same dating pool. You're young, and fit, and attractive." He looked down on his own slight pouch that poked out below his massive pecs and poked it. "If I could make you want me I would, believe me."

After swallowing, the fox, still blushing, said softly, "You're not so bad."

The raised eyebrows that comment solicited may have broken the sound barrier. "You're sweet," he grumbled, and then chuckled up to the standing fox, "but not sweet enough to give me breakfast before my workout."

Sensing that the serious conversation was over, the fox thrust both hands into his suit pockets and stuck his long, pink tongue out. "Too bad, so sad." He then got out a bar and dangled it in front of his friend's face after licking the wrapper sloppily. "Do you still want it?"

"Don't," he smiled, then, when the fox continued, he swiped for it, standing up quickly. The young canine leaped back, but the back of his head collided with the lockers. He yelped as he fell on the ground in a heap.

In a flash, the bear was on top of him, the food flying across the room forgotten as he grabbed the fox by the arms and kept him from falling. His huge digits dug into his companions suit.

"No claws," the canine said groggily, obviously worried about his expensive threads.

"Hey! Are you okay?"

"Don't, it'll rip."

"Okay, okay, I promise. Let's sit down, huh?"

He moved him shakily to the bench and looked at the back of his head.

"You've just got a little cut," he winced with empathy.

"Is it bleeding?"

"Just a little."

"What? No!" The fox, still in a daze, started to rip off his blue sport coat.

"Hey, hey, careful with that, careful!" The bear was keeping the head of the fox from flopping forward by grabbing his lower jaw in his paw- causing his tongue to poke out on reflex. The bear giggled and gave it a small tap with his finger, making him withdraw it embarassedly with a lick. The bear's huge paws moved down, now that the canine had calmed down, down to his suit jacket.

"You got this fancy jacket but buttoned it all the way down? Don't you know anything about fashion?" The bear chided, slipping open the first button. The fox whimpered as the second button started to become unbuttoned, the bear's claws struggling for a moment to get it through. By the time he had gotten to the third button, the fox was breathing heavily.

"I got this, don't worry. You stay with me, alright?"

"I'm not worried. I don't have a concussion, man. You don't have to be so gentle."

"I've been wanting to do this for a long time, so let me take my time about it, alright?" He said quite openly. The fox gasped and blushed right down his chest.

The third button came undone, and the bear took his hand away from the crotch of his companion and stood up behind him. He lifted the collar of the jacket carefully, making sure not to hit its owners head on accident. He opened up his locker and laid it out on the cold metal surface to avoid wrinkles. He went back to his companion and said, "Listen, we should probably get you into the shower area, so let's get your shoes and socks off."

Before the fox could reject his advances, the large paws were removing his shoes one at a time and placing them gently aside. His claws barely scratched the fox's calf as he pulled his first sock down slowly, past his ankle, his paw, then completely peeled off. The fox looked down at the bear posed by his crotch worriedly.

"This feels wrong."

"What, naked feet? Don't be so shy all the time. We shower together whenever we want, right? Let's get this other sock off of ya."

"Okay, okay."

"Are these socks expensive, too, I bet?"

"Why, did you rip one?!"

"Ha! Of course not. You know I'm gentle, I spot you on the bench, right?"

"Right." The next sock was tucked carefully into his other shoe.

"Come on, let's go clean that up."

The fox didn't seem eager to stand up for some reason. "Um, can't we clean it up right here?"

"Alright, I guess." He scratched his head. "Let me get some paper towels wet. I'll be right back."

When he came back, the fox was right where he left him, but breathing a little heavier.

"Here we go. Let's do this."

"Hey, what about my shirt?"

"Are you kidding me? You should have taken it off yourself!"

"I... I wanted your help."

The bear took a few slow steps towards him. "It's not nice to tease." He squatted in front of the fox, bringing his face about level, and started to work his tie undone. The fox just stared into his averted eyes as both huge paws grabbed the length of cloth and cut off his breathing just a bit, not enough to make it uncomfortable, for a moment. Then, the squeezing sensation was released and the bear pulled the tie away and laid it next to the suit. He gave the neck of his charge a light brush with his fingers, then kissed it gently with his furry face. His whiskers rubbed the fox gently as the first button of his shirt got worked open. "Teasing doesn't get anything done." The slight strangling sensation was back, really only a slight pressure, before the first button was undone and his neck finally was all the way free.

The breath from his words made the fox shudder. The second button of his shirt was being fondled, but another hand was feeling his nipples over the shirt. They got tweaked gently by fingers as the third button came undone, then by a dry kiss over the shirt as the fourth popped easily open. The fox started to whine in anticipation, his erection obvious as his fifth button came undone. As the bear pulled the rest of his shirt from being tucked into his pants, his shaft rubbed against it and made him whimper yet again, before the shirt-tails revealed a huge stain of precum.

The bear gasped a little at this, undoing the penultimate button despite his lack of grip on it. "I was afraid I was losing my touch," he smiled into the fox's neck again. "Don't get too excited, I haven't even taken you out to dinner yet. What kind of bear do you think I am?"

The canine's youthful face fell as the last button was undone, but for only a moment. Soon, the bear was caressing his body in a bear hug, feeling his thin back under his open shirt and kissing him on the mouth. The fox hummed something that might have been a word in his brain, but came to a standstill at his lips because of the pleasurable traffic there. The bear, in return, gave a slight growl of lust and picked the fox up, standing over him and supporting him as he stood. The shirt slowly got slipped off of his shoulders, then down his arms. He groaned as his partner's lips left him, and he carefully folded the expensive shirt up and fluffed the collar a bit to make sure it didn't need to be starched.

"I'm sorry, I-" the fox gasped out.

"What?"

"I didn't mean to suggest that you were going to- um..."

The bear sighed. "I was teasing you, you dope. I was trying to prove to you that teasing doesn't get you anywhere, remember? That wasn't like your first kiss or something, was it?"

The fox turned his head in embarrassment, "Maybe it is, was, with a guy I mean."

"Well, let's get some more practice in then, hm?" The bear went back on to his smaller partner, feeling his raging erection behind his pants. A small hum of interest went by as he squeezed the length of flesh. "Someone's feeling naughty already." They parted briefly so that the bear could start to fiddle with the silver belt buckle.

"Why do you gotta wear so much? It's like opening a CD or something."

"Do... do you need help?"

"You're the one who needs help. Just feel how hard you are already. See, I got it."

"Oh... what are you...."

The bear got onto his knees and bit his lower lip with concentration as he pulled the pants down slightly, making the canine's member pop from the bounds of his waistline. His eyes lit up for a moment as he saw the size of the bulge, but he quickly turned his attention back to undressing the fox in front of him. His paws caressed the slim backside, then grabbed the waist of his pants and lowered them a little further, revealing his dark-furred legs. He gave a small series of kisses all around his nude thighs, then let the pants drop the rest of the way to the ground.

The fox, now stripped only to his boxer briefs, was panting from the experience. His underpants could not be saved: they were slimy with so much fluid that it left a smudge on his paw when he stepped out of his pants. His large companion picked them up and folded them carefully, laying the last piece of the outfit to rest. The fox sat down, the blood rushing from his head.

The bear approached behind him and suddenly, with a yelp of pain from the fox, he was taking his handful of wet paper towels to the spot where the skin split and carefully wiping up the small spot of blood that was there. The fox sniffled a bit, then opened his eyes to see that his companion was standing in front of him now, holding the back of his head and concentrating. Looking straight ahead, the fox had his vision filled with the bear's crotch. Without asking, he pulled the bow-tie of elastic on the sweatpants slowly until they shivered into limp strings.

"Go ahead, I want you to."

The bear put aside his makeshift salve and pulled down his own pants in one swift motion, revealing that his tight white underwear was hiding a short but intimidatingly thick member, as well as a set of heavy balls. His little bear tail twitched behind him as the fox started to lightly bite him through his briefs. He hooked the elastic under his balls, making his sweet meats stick out beautifully for the fox to lick and fondle. He moaned and then pushed the canine back so that he was laying down on the bench. "Your turn," he chuckled, stripping down to completely nude.

The fox gasped as his lover kissed him up his legs, and then bit the hem of his boxers and growled playfully, pulling on his undergarments until his cock was stretched from stuck in his waistline to straight in front of him. The bear gave a gasp and then revealed his new toy. Staring at it and licking his lips, he slowly, tormentingly slowly, pulled his boxers down the rest of the way.

By the time the trashed underpants were aside, they were both as hard as a rock. The bear rose and then laid over him, his massive weight still supported by grabbing onto the edge of the bench near the foxes fuzzy ears.

"God, you're incredible," the bear said breathlessly, as he reached down to rub his partner and grabbed him with both paws. The fox shivered on the cold bench, and his breathing started to quicken. "Hey, don't cum yet, bro," the bear said, his desperately uncool pet name earning him a lick on the furred cheek.

"Okay, Papa Bear." The fox answered, smiling hugely. They wriggled for a moment there, the bear lubing up with a bottle that he apparently kept in his locker. "What's that for?" the fox said with a false sense of innocence, "Expecting to fuck in here one day?"

"Cub Scouts. Be prepared," he smiled hugely as he started pawing off the fox and lifted him up for another kiss. Without his paw leaving his partner's long shaft, he turned him around to accept his love, bear hugging him from behind and attacking his neck with soft bites and licks. He bent the smaller anthro over and pushed the tip of his dick up against his virgin asshole.

"I'm prepared," the fox moaned jokingly, just before he was shut up by the slippery head starting to stretch him out. "Oh, that feels so big!" he gasped earnestly, his facade completely gone.

"Sorry," the bear muttered as he slowly worked the head in and out, "I'll go slow, okay?"

He continued to tease the young fox until the canine squirming under him couldn't take it any longer.

"Put it in, Papa Bear, I'm gonna, I'm gonna-"

The bear dragged a hand down the fox's grey back and lifted his tail for the first time. As the whole girth entered him, his face froze into a grimace of pure physical pleasure. His tight little ring was stretched further than ever before, and the bear's dick seemed to fill him up with every short stroke. His other organs were shoved to the side and rubbed from a totally novel direction, making him scream through gritted teeth. He pumped shot after shot through the loving double-pawed grip of his lover, as the bear felt the swell of thick white jizz pump through his knot, his shaft, and then explode out all over the lockers in front of them with a hollow 'tink'-ing sound.

"That was beautiful, I'm so glad I got to be your first," the bear said as his shaft nestled inside of the fox. "Where do you want me to cum your first load?" he whispered into the back of his neck, rubbing his dog-like ears.

"Oh, god...." the fox was still shaking from post-coital pleasure, "Oh, god, cum inside me, leave that big load inside of meeeee-" He squealed as the bear drove into him a tad harder than before, at first feeling wonderful as the thick cock plunged inside him the entire way and pumped his load out into his waiting asshole- then feeling sloppy as soon as he pulled his spent tool out, still dangerously thick and dripping with cum.

He dropped down to the floor with a thump and leaned up against the benches, the fox sitting down gingerly next to him and smearing cum all over his tail as he sat just so he could use it as a cushion.

"That was amazing," the bear gave the fox another huge hug and snuggled into his white-furred neck. "I couldn't have dreamed how good it was going to be. I..." The bear seemed deeply ashamed to come out with this admission, before the blushing subsided and the fox heard him saying calmly and cooly, "I love you." He gave the fox another deep kiss, not willing to take no for an answer. But he didn't have to worry. "I love you, too."

They sat in silence for another moment, looking into one another's eyes. "Why were you all dressed up and leaving, anyways?"

"I have a meeting at ten."

"In that case, want to go have breakfast?"

"Why, what time is it?"

"Ten thirty."

The fox shook his head and frowned. "Of course it is." Then he looked over at his friend and giggled, "You haven't even had your workout yet."

"Says you."

The bear got up, grabbed his towel, and went towards the shower, the fox happily on his heels.