Obligatory Content Warning: the following story contains EXPLICIT SCENES OF GAY SEX BETWEEN between an adult and a TEENAGER at a BAR.  So I don't always write cub sex.  Just most of the time.  There's also some minor ALCOHOL USAGE.  If any of this offends you, DO NOT READ ON.  By reading beyond this point, you waive your right to be offended by my work, because YOU WERE WARNED.  For those of you who I haven't scared off... enjoy!

Stuart leaned against the bar as he downed his second shot of tequila.  Techno music pounded through the darkened bar, and glow sticks framed many of the furs out on the dance floor.  The wolf never particularly cared for the music, but when he was in the Chicago area, he could always rely on this particular bar to provide some new tail.  Music be damned, Stuart was here for one thing, and one thing only: sex.

He scanned the crowd, a paw casually adjusting his leather pants.  Not that he cared for leather, but it seemed to attract the kind of boys he liked.  Boys looking for adventure, for a rough and tumble kinda guy to take advantage of them, a quick, cheap thrill.  As his eyes fell on the far side of the bar, he spied a fennec fox trying his best to blend in with the crowd, but failing dismally.  He was nervous, like he felt he didn't belong here, and he certainly didn't look old enough to be here.  Bingo.

In a matter of moments, the wolf was across the bar -- crowds were nothing to Stuart.  He could slip in and out between bodies like a ghost.  The fennec hadn't even noticed him until Stuart laid a paw on his shoulder, and pressed up against him.

"Hey there, sexy," Stuart whispered in the fennec's massive ear.

The fox nearly leapt from his skin as he felt the wolf against him.  "H-hi," he stuttered, shivering slightly.

"Buy you a drink?" Stuart asked.

The fennec nodded shortly, a slight blush sneaking across his cheeks.

"What'll you have?"

The fennec shrugged.  "W-whatever you're havin', I guess."

Stuart grinned, then raised a paw, waving the bartender over.  "Two cosmos," he barked over the din of the music.

The wolf slipped in next to the fennec and pulled him in close, an arm around his waist.  The fennec wore a tight-fitting t-shirt and form fitting jeans.  He looked for all the world like he couldn't be older than his mid teens, though with fennecs it was hard to tell.  They never really got big.  While Stuart certainly wasn't one of the taller furs at the bar that night, he towered over the lithe fennec.

"New around here?" Stuart asked.

The fennec nodded.  "Y-yeah... f-first time."

"For a lot of things, I suspect," the wolf replied, a paw slipping lower to give the fennec's butt a quick grope.  It had the desired effect: a squeak and jump from the fennec.

As the fennec regained his composure, the bartender dropped off the two pink drinks.  Stuart chuckled and picked his up, and waited for the fennec to do the same.  "Cheers," he said, taking a long sip from his own.

The wolf watched as the fennec took his first sip of the drink.  His eyes widened in surprise, and the wolf knew in that moment that it was the fennec's first taste of alcohol.  Or rather, it would have been, if the alcohol could be tasted under the fruit juices in the cocktail.  This bartender certainly knew how to mix a drink, that much was certain.

Stuart let the fennec finish half his drink before engaging him in further conversation.  "So, what's your name, kid?"

"Josh," the fennec replied.  "And I'm not a kid!" he added, a small frown creasing his brow.  "I'm twenty-one."

"Sure you are," Stuart said, chuckling.  Inwardly, he was shaking his head.  The wolf knew better, but he figured he'd let the fennec try to play the part for now.  "What do you do?"

"I'm, uh... still in school," Josh said, staring intently at his drink.

"Really, now?  What do you study?"

"H-haven't quite figured that out," Josh replied.

Stuart chuckled.  "Twenty-one and don't have a major?  You must be in, what, your third year of college?"

Josh shrugged.  "Been looking into computers," he said, shifting slightly.

"Hell of a time for that," Stuart replied.  "Just steer clear of the internet.  That dot-com bubble was hell."

The fennec shrugged again and finished his own drink.  "I guess..."

Another round of drinks and small talk, and Stuart could tell that the kid was getting wasted.  He waited for the bartender to get distracted on the other end of the bar, then leaned in and whispered to the fennec, "Tell me the truth... how old are you, really?  Promise I won't tell."

Josh swayed a bit, blushing deeply, and turned toward the wolf, his eyes fixed on Stuart's belly.  "F-fifteen," he muttered.

'Just like I thought,' Stuart thought, a grin creeping across his face.  "So, then, kid... want me to show you a good time?"

"W-whadaya mean?" Josh asked.

Stuart chuckled and took the fennec's paw, and guided the unsteady teen through the bar, nudging his way past dozens of drunken furs, and right to the bathroom.

The two were nearly blinded by the light in the bathroom.  While it was rather dim on its own, it was far brighter than the lights out in the bar.  Stuart led the fennec to one of the stalls in back, and pushed the door shut.  "Ever had anything in here?" Stuart asked, his paws gripping the fennec's rear.

Josh blushed and shook his head, pressing his face into the wolf's chest.  "N-no..."

"Wanna?" Stuart asked, his paws roaming around to the teen's front and unzipping his fly.

The fennec shook his head quickly.  "I-I'm not ready..."

"Tsk tsk..." Stuart whispered, reaching into the fennec's pants and groping his package through his underwear.  A quick run around told the wolf all he needed to know.  Briefs.  "Well, then, maybe a quick swap of blow jobs... I'm not much of a bottom, myself..."

The fennec merely nodded, shivering as the wolf's paw worked his member out through the fly in his undies.  Stuart took a seat on the toilet, gently pushing the fennec back against the door to the stall, and took the fox's shaft right into his muzzle.

A gasp escaped the fennec, followed by a whimper as Stuart started suckling his shaft and bobbing his muzzle along his length.  Lupine paws gripped vulpine hips as the wolf worked his magic, tongue seeking out every sensitive spot on the fennec's shaft.

It took less than a minute for the fennec to cum.  Stuart chuckled inwardly as he swallowed down the fennec's load, suckling to the very end, then pulled his muzzle off, standing up to catch the suddenly-exhausted fox.

"S-sorry," Josh muttered.

Stuart chuckled and pet the back of the fennec's head.  "Your first time can be intense... I'll warn you, though, I won't be anywhere near that quick... if you're up for reciprocating."

Josh slumped down to his knees, his own semi-hard cock still hanging out of his jeans, and pressed his nose against the front of the wolf's pants.  The wolf grinned and rubbed Josh's ears as the fennec unzipped the wolf's fly, his shaft slipping right out and bopping him on the nose.

"Whenever you're re-oh!" Stuart said, letting out a soft moan as the fennec got right to work, taking the wolf's shaft into his muzzle just as Stuart had done to the fox's shaft.

It took all of the wolf's self-control not to start fucking the fennec's muzzle right then and there, but he held back.  He wanted the fennec to take his time and enjoy it.  No need to traumatize him on his first experience.  Besides, Stuart had to admit, the kid was damn cute.  Definitely one to try to get again.

He felt his tip bump against the back of Josh's throat, and the fennec nearly gagged.  Stuart pulled his hips back a bit, and whispered, "Don't take more than you can handle... wrap your paw around what you can't get in your muzzle comfortably."

The fennec did as he was told, wrapping a paw around the base of the wolf's shaft, and working his muzzle over the first half of it, his paw taking the rest of it and jerking it lightly.

"Don't forget your tongue," Stuart whispered.  "And add a little suction..."

A moan worked its way from the wolf's lips as the fennec got his tongue moving, suckling lightly on the length of wolf meat filling his muzzle.  Stuart's paws continued to massage the fennec's ears, and he brought a footpaw to the fennec's crotch, teasing his once again hard cock with his toes.

"That's it, kid... keep going, just like that," Stuart whispered, moaning softly as he bucked his hips forward gently.  His footpaw stroked along the length of the fennec's cock, toes spreading around the shaft, wiggling a bit, gently working the fennec's hardness.

The wolf found his orgasm building much quicker than expected.  It certainly wasn't due to the kid's technique -- it was clear that he'd never sucked a cock before, and he definitely needed practice.  Could it be possible that he had a bit of a crush on the kid, or was it just the alcohol heightening his senses?

All thought was wiped from his mind as he felt the fennec splurt another load out over his footpaws.  His own cock spasmed, shooting globs of his thick seed into the fennec's eager, waiting muzzle.  He threw his head back, moaning softly as he came, his paws moving to press against the sides of the stall.

It was over in a flash.  Stuart was left panting as the fennec suckled him, pulling off once his orgasm subsided.  Smooth tongue connected with his footpaws, and the wolf looked down to see Josh lapping his spilled seed from the wolf's footpaws.

Once he was done, the fennec got unsteadily to his feet.  Stuart stood, himself, and throwing all caution to the wind, pulled the fennec in close and pressed his muzzle to the kid's.  Josh let out a little gasp, then parted his lips, whimpering lightly as the wolf's tongue invaded his muzzle.

For almost a minute, the two kissed, Stuart guiding the fennec's tongue in a tango between their muzzles.  When the wolf finally broke the kiss, the two were panting.

"So what's a pretty little boy like you doing in a place like this?" Stuart whispered.

Josh pressed his muzzle against the wolf's chest, buring his face in his shirt.  "Needed to get away for a night... my parents don't know I'm here, but they'd kill me if they knew that I... I'm..."

Stuart pressed a finger to the fennec's muzzle to silence him, then planted another kiss on his lips, this one a mere peck.  "You're lucky I grabbed you... some of the other guys here wouldn't have been as nice to a pretty little virgin."

Josh blushed and looked away.  "I guess... I just wanted..."

The wolf shook his head, then reached down and worked the fennec's softening cock back into his pants, and zipped him, then did the same with his own.  "Won't they notice you're gone?"

Josh shook his head.  "They're out of town for the weekend..."

Stuart nodded, then reached behind the fennec and unlocked the stall.  "Come on... let's head back to my place."

The fennec's ears perked, and Josh stumbled out of the stall.  "Uh... I don't think tha--"

"I'm not going to rape you," Stuart said, adding a little wink.  "Unless you want me to.  I just want someone to share a bed with tonight.  I think you do, too.  If I'm right, meet me outside."  With that, the wolf left the bathroom, not looking back at the fennec.

Back in the bar, the music had gotten louder, the crowd thicker.  Once again, the wolf deftly slipped between the bodies, managing to avoid the staggering drunk fags, and out the front door.  He inhaled the night air, and leaned against the side of the building a few feet away from the door, waiting.  A minute later, the young fennec emerged, looking more lost and scared than ever.

"Knew you'd follow," Stuart said.  "So, some rules... if you really don't want to head back to my hotel with me, tell me now, and I'll take you home.  If you come back to my place... you'll communicate.  If you want something, you'll tell me.  If you don't want something, you tell me.  If you want me to stop anything I'm doing, you definitely tell me.  But if you're up for some fun... I can show you a good time.   Only real rule I've got is, once the door's shut, you take off your clothes, and you don't put them back on until I tell you so.  What do you say?"

Josh rubbed his shoulder, then looked up and down the street, and walked up unsteadily to the wolf.  Slowly, he reached a paw out and grabbed one of Stuart's paws.  "Let's go," Josh whispered.

Stuart grinned and, holding the fennec's paw, walked to his car.  It was going to be a fun night.