You gawk at the scrotum hanging between the fox's sexy legs. It's hard to tell if his balls are swollen from lack of release or just naturally huge, but he's very clearly an intact male. You decide to test the theory of him being a pet and step closer, lowering to the ground and putting out a hand inoffensively. You whistle softly and say "C'mere boy."
He whips around and looks at you cautiously, ears flicking to and fro. Seeing you aren't a predator, he creeps closer and sniffs your hand, offering a few licks to show he accepts your offer of friendship. Once he's used to you you run your fingers through his soft clean fur, petting his face neck and sides. He rolls over onto his back and you oblige him in a belly rub, watching in awe as his plump sheath swells a little and exposes some pink. All alone in the woods with a horny docile fox, your cock is going mad in your jeans and all of the thoughts and urges you've worked so hard in your life to repress come forth.
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