Sweat dripped from his silver brow as his breath came in labored beats. The pounding of his heart drummed in his ears, and with a joyous sigh, the silver fox switched off the trend mil. Another day trying his best to be an alpha by toning his body over, and with no notable results yet. This fact however never deterred the moonlit vulpine, as the other perk of the gym came after the body was worn. Namely the sights in the locker room.

	It was no secret that foxes were rumored, and often were just as hormonal as suspected, though he thought it was more from being male than being a fox. The fact remained however that all young male adults have carnal needs, and sometimes these needs couldn't be met, so better to eye the candy. 

	Males in various states of undress passed Allen as he entered the large locker rooms. Canines and stallions often frequented the gym, and there never seemed to be a lack of them inside the locker rooms  regardless of the time. Though these beasts of virility let it all hang out, every delicious inch, the gym held a wide range of customers and flavors to gaze. From otters to birds, and bears to cats, with some reptiles thrown in as well, ever breed was accounted for and the silver fox was as happy as could be.

	However his eyes drifted past his common quarry of massive canines and hulking stallions, whose hefty orbs bounced between their thighs with every motion or the positively plump meat, engorged with warmth with more in store. No instead the fix's eyes turned to the slimmer ilk, though no less commanding of respect. 

	A golden lynx undressing in one of the lanes of lockers drew in his gaze. His white button up shirt was the first to go, removed in a way as if to dare someone to watch him. Allen hoped the lynx hadn't noticed his snooping and enjoyed he sight of a lean yet lithe body. The cat's body was toned with little fat filling in his frame, almost artistic in nature. Next the golden feline reached into the locker near by, the black work jeans slipping off his hips without a belt to restrain them. Allen licked his lips as the cat shrugged and gently flicked his hips side to side, letting gravity claim the garment. Left in only a tight blue speedo, which Allen noted hugged quite a muscular rear. The lynx stepped out of the jeans before he bent down, his strong cheeks spreading ever so slightly as he grabbed the garment and added it to his collection, while withdrawing a towel from the lockers. With a few grooming items in hand the feline retreated to the showers, with a moonlit fox in tow.
	
	A heavy mist of water vapors laced the air, with the unmistakeable smell of male musk hanging just below the mist. Allen wasn't sure why he was so interested in the feline, normally such a small prey wouldn't be worth more than a second glance unless they came up to him. This cat however just drew him in, and he followed suit, grabbing a shower nearby the lynx as his quarry found a sot and turned on the water. Next to Allen and in between him and the feline was a rather large, and rather tall bear, dwarfing the fox in height, and with a glance down, other things as well. The urine’s deep chocolate fur bristled out blocking the view of the feline. With a dejected sigh Allen glanced again at the bear giving him a once over.

	Thick fur hid any idea of the tone of the bear, though his height and broad width left little guess to his might. Allen once more glanced down at the bear's thighs, the limp member hung simply in front of decent sized balls. The foreskin covering half the bear's head, which itself was a dark hue just like his fur. “Something caught your eye boy?” The Bear spoke with gruff raspy voice, a man who smoked.

	Allen glanced back up past the bear and noticed the lynx had gone away, with a slight smirk the vulpine hooked his fingers into his shorts belt loops as he replied. “Just looking for a good meal, I think I found a nice sausage though, if you wanna share.” 

	The ursine simply turned towards Allen, unconvinced by Allen's words. With a well practiced fall, the moon lit fox dropped to his knees, burying his muzzle in the bear's pubes and inhaling deep breathes of his scent. The bear's shaft expanded at each release of hot air. The fox licked one of his nuts before kissing the tip of that dark chocolate colored head, noting the bitter taste. Allen pulled the skin on the shaft all the way to the tip, covering more of the head as he kissed the tip again and licked under the foreskin, holding it in place as he did so. The silver fox rimmed the tip carefully, giving extra attention to the cum slit. Drops of pre were his reward from his silent meal, which suited Allen fine. Some guys just weren't vocal.

	The fox had decided to change tactics as he shifted. His lips met once more with the tip only to go further down, licking the underside as it entered his throat. Each inch he got in he bobbed his head back half an inch only to take one more in. Back and froth the silver fox rocked, his tail tip swaying to each side. His hands reached back and kneaded globs of fat as he groped the bear's rear. His fingers massaged the flesh, pinching and squeezing at that fat butt as he bobbed his head faster. The bear in turn began to buck his hips, the drops of pre building into a stream that trickled down the fox's throat. Allen couldn't help but smirk at the result and increased his efforts, the musk increasing as water mixed with sweat on the bear's skin.  

	The fox didn't have much longer to wait before the bear unloaded, the hot cum a warm treat to the fox as it shot into his mouth from the trembling shaft deep inside his throat. A few gulps later he swallowed the 'meal' and licked his lips of any remains. “I'm here all the time.” Allen said as he got up and traced a hand along the bear's face. “In case you ever wanna go again.” the vulpine added before he walked away, his own shaft hard and  bobbing with each step, visible through his plastered on light blue shorts.

	Allen's mood dampened as his day went on, the slim short lynx and his blue speedo butt floating in his mind. While the bear had tasted sweeter than he had expected it was not enough to make up for his lost mark. So to lighten his mood, he did as all foxes did and went to get some holes stuffed. However the food did nothing to ease his mind or raging libido that hungered the one that got away. “Aww foxy didn't get plowed in the showers today?” His friend, a lanky raccoon teased. Allen rolled his eyes and took another bite of his sandwich. “You got that face again when you saw someone you liked but missed out. You know I'd help but I'm all berries and no club so I'd be throwing a dog down a hallway with you.”

	“Oh shut it Dirk.” Allen barked back, though the fox had seen for himself the Dirk's claim was true. What the raccoon lacked in meat, he more than made up for in juice. Despite their very open natures the two friends never clicked on such a level or were desperate enough to go at it. Not for a lack of trying on the fox's part, but the cards never fell just right for them. With a sigh Allen returned to his meal.

	“Oh come on don't pout now, was he really that big that you're depressed to not being unable to sit right for weeks?” Dirk pestered the silver fox with a cheerful smile and cheerful tone. Allen's somber expression remained as he batted away the raccoon.

	“You really wanna start with me, their Mr.Nutsohpleanty?”

	“Yea, I'm feeling kinda ballsy tonight.” Dirk replied. Allen finished his sandwich, and still not sated turned to his friend, a glint in his eye as he gave the raccoon a sensual look. The fox slid towards his friend, one hand caressing his friend's chest, the other groping the coon's nuts and start of chubbed meat.

	“Bathroom's right over there, all you gotta do is lead on and bend over.” Allen whispered in Dirk's ear before he added some pressure to his groping, tugging on the massive spheres while he moved his lips closer to the coon's neck and spoke again. “Or I can unzip you now and give everyone a show as I do you on this table.”

	Dirk's body moved as if to resist a moan, his sarcastic yet cheerful grin still plastered on his features, behind a mask of pleasure. “I thought all foxes took it from behind, so why should I bend over.”

	“Because bitches start shit and you don't know when to stop.” Allen added bluntly, his hands still groping the raccoon's balls. Dirk's cock was fully hard from the treatment as he shuddered from the touches. 

	“It's been so long since I've gotten laid.” Dirk contemplated , his voice letting little moans escape with each word.

	“All the more reason isn't it.” Allen whispered, as a blur of black and gold flicked in the corner of his eye. The fox glanced away for a moment, only to spot his prey from the gym dressed  in a simple black outfit, one that with how horny Allen was he wanted to tear apart. The vulpine shifted gears, peeling himself away from his friend and moved to intercept the lynx before someone else did. Just as Allen got up from the table Dirk's pleasure filled expression turned to that of annoyance.

	“Just leaving me blue balled dude?” Dirk asked, his tone sharp.

	“It'll just make em bigger.” Allen replied.

	“You owe me for this.”

	“If you don't be such a pussy I might blow you next time I see you.” Allen retorted and with that  he stepped away from the table, leaving his raccoon friend to his own now pent up lust. Allen strode confidently over to the lynx, taking the open seat next to the golden feline at the bar. The cat glanced in his direction but otherwise ignored the fox. Allen however was having none of that and spoke first.

	“Having a good time?”

	The lynx turned his attention to Allen as he finished his drink and leaned forward towards the fox. “Not my kinda crowd normally but I think I found tonight's entertainment.”

	“You think I'd be entertaining?” Allen asked, his tone smug but interested.

	“If not you, the drinks you'll buy to bribe me will be.” The lynx smirked triumphantly at his joke, the fox rolling his eyes as his featured dropped.  “Let's cut to the chase shall we? I'm not in the mood to be coy tonight.”

	“Pretty ballsy for a little guy.” Allen said, more on instinct than anything else.
	 
	“I wasn't aware I needed to be a certain height to not be scared of the world. I'll try to keep that in mind tonight. So your place or mine there foxy?” The lynx's dark eyes glittered with amusement as he spoke, each word cutting down the airs that Allen had as the fox quickly saw he wouldn't be in control if he played with this lynx. Maybe it was that control the lynx demanded that had drawn the moonlit fox to him. “Cat got your tongue? I'd rather have it working something other than words.” The lynx added in and with that the speechless fox nodded his agreement. The lynx kept his smile as he got up from the stool and beckoned the fox to follow.

	“Though not gonna ask again, your place or mine?”

	
	Allen opened the door to his ground floor studio apartment, nearly empty besides a single bookshelf near the bathroom door, a dresser for clothes and a few boxes near a large king sized bed. Allen watched for any reaction from his bare apartment and saw no real change from the lynx. “Welcome to my castle.” The moonlit fox said as he ushered in his guest for the night.

	“Could use a few surfaces to lean against,  gives the bed less use.” The lynx chuckled, his steps light as he lifted off his shirt and once more revealed that toned chest to the taller fox. “So the bed or the wall?”

	“Huh?” Allen asked stupefied. Barely in the door and the lynx had taken control once again. Allen didn't like it and planned to change it. “The bed is softer.” Allen stammered, as if the fact wasn't simple to see.

	“Not feeling for a rough ride foxy? Whatever floats your boat.” The lynx shrugged and stood by the bed, his hands unbuttoning his pants but otherwise leaving them on as he pointed towards his bulge, the sight very male but not the biggest Allen had seen. “Now get over here on your knees like you belong.” 

	The moonlit fox strode up to the lynx, his hand cupping that crotch, stroking the golen feline's dick through his pants. Smaller then most tops he played with, yet so commanding. Was the lynx compensating? Eh, a cock is a cock. As if to read Allen's thoughts the feline quipped in, “Gonna play or should I be on my way?” As if a challenge to the fox he huffed and dropped to his knees, tugging down the offensive fabrics in one tug.

	Small. Had he really become such a slut that that was the first thought in his mind. Yes. Yes he was. The average shaft bobbed softy as it hardened, the foreskin wrapping tightly around the head even  as it hardened, showing a glimpse of the bright pink head underneath. Allen sniffed at it, noting the fresh smell of soap, and the underlining smell of male sweat and juices that stayed on him. 

	The fox grabbed the base of the cock as he stuck out his tongue, licking the rim of the foreskin, tasting a strong masculine taste as he swiped his tongue over the spot a second tie. Even fully hard the skin stayed over the head, though more of the pink head was visible.  Allen stroked the shaft a few times, pulling the skin back easily, only to push it forward over the head completely. His teeth nibbled the head as soft as could be, rolling the sensitive skin with those sharp fangs. The fox teased the head some more before he brought his tongue under the skin, pleasuring the owner as he once more rimmed the foreskin. With a few drops of drops and a grunt leaking from the lynx Allen opened his mouth and took in the head. The fox bobbed on the head, the sensitive skin moving in time with his motions as he did so. Moist enough the head slid further down his throat as he took another inch into his throat, followed by another. Back and forth the fox went, each inch easily going down his throat as he went from tip to base over and over. “Got a nice mouth there.” The lynx said, rolling his hips a few times. “But I think you need to speed up.

	As if his only warning, the feline grabbed the back of Allen's head with both hands and forced his face into the cat's pubes, cock deep in his throat. He pulled and pushed without concern for the fox, though thanks to his smaller size wasn't that worse for wear. The lynx kept a fast pace,lining the fox's throat with pre as the shaft twitched. The warm meat throbbed on each thrust, the masculine taste both salty and musky under the taste of watermelon soap. The thrusts didn't last long as the feline pulled out of that warm moist mouth, releasing his fox prey for the moment. 

	Allen knew this part well, as the feline's eyes shone with a hunger every male had. The moonlight fox slide onto the bed, resting on his knees as he undid the clasp on his pants, letting them slide slowly down and off his hips with each shake of his ass. Silver fur quickly came into view as he had gone commando, and now his tail stood straight up, revealing his pink pucker among a sea of silver. Allen's voice came out a soft whisper as he slid down on the bed, body sprawled out to present himself better for his feline prize. “Come and get me.”

	The lynx smirked as he lined himself up to the fox's inviting hole. The tip of the shaft rubbed against the silver fox's checks, throbbing heat running up the fox's spine. The feline rolls his hips forward a few times, his hands finding themselves wrapped around the fox's hips. In return the fox wiggles his hips around the meaty shaft, daring his prey to enter him. The lynx nods once and lines itself with the fox's opening before he pushes in. The lynx rolls his hips with each slow thrust pushing into the fox and allowing him time to stretch before shoving more into him. Each purposeful thrust brought shivers down Allen's spine as they struck just the right spots. The heat deep inside him and the fullness of it all causing the moonlit fox's shaft to tremble and throb as it leaked seed under him. 

	Once the feline got all the way in, he pulled all the way out to thrust it all right back in. He grunted to his increased pace. Allen shivered, his breath labored while his lips let loose a choir of moans. The lynx's fingers gripped that ass tighter, rocking Allen's whole body with each motion. Time escaped the two as they stayed in their carnal dance. The fox's tail quickly whipped around as he felt the shaft inside of him throbbing quicken. The lynx pulled out of the moonlit fox, his shaft twitching madly as his balls pulled up closer to the base. “Suck it.” HE demanded in a gruff husky tone.

	The silver furred fox spun on the bed, his tails wagging as he was at eye level with the member. His limber tongue snaked out of his mouth meeting with the tip before he brought himself closed to it. His warm maw engulfed the tip, which inflated in response. Allen smirked as he seductively suckled on the tip, looking as innocently as he could while he did so. The lynx groaned loudly, bucking his hips hard, which knocked Allen off the shaft as the feline shot his load. Hot strings of cum shot all over the fox's muzzle and face. The fox moaned from his facial and shot his own load, the warm blanket of white coating his chest and belly. The fox rode his afterglow into a dull haze, breathing deeply as his feline partner inhaled a few times. The lynx looked up at the fox with his smug grin and spoke. “Ready for round two?

	'Damn' Thought Allen to himself, 'I'm gonna have to get his name after this.'