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Maple heaved himself out of his old truck with a grunt. The bear glancing up and down the street slowly before checking his watch. He was pretty early out here. Supposed to meet a fella about renting out a room. As much as he was loathe to move away from his beloved countryside, had to go where the jobs were. If the job was good and stayed around then he might make this a permanent thing. All depended on the job he was gonna have lined up.

Although, that never stopped him from playing with the idea that maybe he'd find someone while he was out here. Yeah. That was always a bit of wishful thinking there. Hoping to find someone he could be with and be happy. That was the dream.

Well, the dream would be to find someone he loved, win the lotto, and have world peace. But that wasn't about to happen now was it? Besides, what'd he do with all that money anyway.

He felt a rumble roll through his stomach. Get lunch for starters. Stealing a quick glance at his watch, he did some quick mental math. Still had a couple hours before he was set to meet this Mr. Scrofa. Now, where was there around here to eat? Only took a second to check the map on his phone. Looked like plenty of places to eat, most of them within walking distance too. Long as it took him to find that parking spot, he was loathe to abandon it just to be lazy. A little walking wouldn't kill him.

Couldn't dawdle all day so he best get to it then. Shoving keys in his pockets, he ambled on down the sidewalk.

Didn't take too long to find a cafe that looked good. Never trusted the reviews for places, always trusted his gut more than anything else. That and when the place was packed to the gills with people, yet the staff was handling them quickly? Even better in his book. He slipped into the back of the line and craned his head around, reading the menu before deciding on just something simple. Soup and a grilled cheese sounded delicious. He'd like a burger more, but didn't want his breath reeking of onion. Not when he needed to make a good impression. Could always ruin that impression later.

Place was fast too. He'd seen how quick they'd handled other orders, but his was up on the counter before he'd even stuffed his wallet away. Which led to that always awkward little dance while he tried to put his change away, put the wallet up, grab the food, and shuffle out of the way. Everyone seemed patient enough, which was a good thing. And he did get it all sorted without making a mess or dropping anything, which was even better. But that left him with a whole new challenge to face.

Most of the chairs and tables were full. The place wasn't that big to begin with, and it seemed like it was a popular place to get lunch. Mayhaps because they were so fast? Smelled good too, so that had to be part of it. The bear let out a grumble and shuffled out of the way as some people passed. Their food all neatly stashed away in crisp white bags. Maybe a to go wouldn't have been that bad of an idea.

Maple did a couple quick glances around the room before spotting a single open spot. It was one of those little two person tables, but the other chair hadn't been stolen or taken up by anyone else. He took a second to look over the table's occupant. A rather well dressed pig. Well, not fancy dressed, but well enough. He was eating slowly, but steadily, munching his way through one of those fried chicken salads it looked like. Made him wish he'd gotten one of those instead, tasty as it looked. The pig held a book in his other hand, plain paper disguising the cover. Looked like the same brown paper his ma used to use on his school books.

Had to be some sort of special book to get all wrapped up like that. And a good one too, judging by how engrossed he was in it. Well, he surely wouldn't mind a little company. So long as Maple didn't bother him none, right?

"Howdy," he offered the gentle greeting as he approached. "Place is pretty full up and don't have anywhere else to sit. Mind if I..." Maple trailed off, motioning at the chair with his head.

The pig's head jerked up from his book, "What?" He leaned around, looking at the other end of the table, then the bear, and finally the rest of the room. "Uh, sure. Pull up a chair." He said as he scooted his tray closer to his body.

"Thanks," came the glad reply as Maple set his tray down, keeping it pulled close to his own body. "Meeting with someone later and got to town pretty early. Skipped out right after breakfast and drove right here. Always heard that traffic was murder out this way if you're not careful." Ripping the sandwich in half, he admired how the cheese pulled apart for a second before dunking a shredded corner into the creamy looking tomato soup. "Anyway, name's Maple, what's yours?"

"Uh, Hamilton." He blinked at the bear, looking at the newcomer over the top of his glasses. He'd picked Maggie's cause they had great lunches. Didn't matter that the place was a pain to get into during the lunch rush. Working right next door helped too. Certainly wasn't adverse to sharing his table either. Especially not since he was usually a slower eater. His eating companions were usually far faster and quieter though. Leaving him to read and eat at his own pace while they scarfed whatever food they had before bolting. No one had taken the time to sit and talk to him before. Well, not beyond the usual banter about the weather and the like. Certainly no one had dropped such a rapid fire dump of information on him before. Took the librarian a couple seconds to process it. "Live a long way from here, Maple?" came the question as he looked over the bear. Thick build, but it looked like that type of thickness that came from eating hearty and working twice as hard as the next guy. Just his type of guy actually. He hid his blush as he quickly took another bite of his lunch. Hoping that was enough of a distraction.

"Couple hours drive. Lookin' at getting a job down here. Got some skills folks always looking for. Pretty useful out home, but once you get certified." He curled his lip and whistled, "Got folks crawling over themselves to hire you, if you're good enough."

"Oh, so you're coming for a job interview?" What type of job would the big guy be in for? Something in the industrial side if he's talking about being certified probably.

"Naw," he spat a bit of toast out. "Sorry," came the immediate apology as he reached out to wipe it off the paper wrapping of the book. "Ma always told me to swallow first. Good thing you had that on there, yeah?" He swiped the crumb off with a thumb before lapping at it. "Got the job all lined up. Just coming to talk with a fella about getting a place to stay."

Hamilton nodded, "Yeah, cost of everything keeps going up. Getting harder to find a good place to live on your own." Didn't mention that he'd put an ad up to rent out his spare room. Felt like it might be a little rude to mention that, only to mention that he had someone showing up to talk about renting it. Especially if Maple's arrangement fell through. Wouldn't be fair to him, or to the Ruburm who he was going to be meeting up with later that afternoon.

The pair fell into a slight silence as they worked through their meal. Hamilton still looking over the book as he read in between bites. Maple angled his head a bit, trying to get a peek at what the book might be. Really hard to tell with that paper cover in place.

He settled back and started to mop up the last bits of soup with his sandwich. "So, what'cha reading there? Looks pretty good." Head angled a bit, "Butcher Paper Blues, eh? Hadn't heard of that, written by Brown Baggins?" It was a good thing that Hamilton wasn't drinking anything. Not the way he snorted out a laugh, covering his mouth to keep from spitting over the book. Maple's mouth split into a wider grin, "Well, didn't think I'd get that response from you."

The librarian cleared his throat, "Caught me off guard." He coughed a couple times to get that bit of food that was stuck there free. "It's a... ah, romance novel. Work over at the library and I borrow books now and then." He waved a hand in the library's direction, "Found that even the plastic covers need some work, so I tend to wrap them a bit more. I know what's inside, so it doesn't matter."

Maple leaned forward, "Is it smutty romance?" Hamilton's cheeks flushed hotly as he rubbed his neck and tried to stammer out a reply. "Oh my gawd it is. I was just joking." He leaned forward and let his voice drop to a whisper, "What's it about?"

"Uhahmm..." the pig's cheeks were burning as he rubbed his head gently, glancing around. "It's about a guy from a small town. Just divorced and everything like that. He's moving to a new area, new life, heads out to a bar, meets a new guy and..." He trailed off with a rolling wave of his hand, "One thing leads to another and stuff happens."

Ears perked up, "They get to having sex? What, slip off to the bathroom and," he mimed his hand moving before casting a quick glance around the diner. "Um, clean up."

"Well," Hamilton drawled out a bit, "yeah pretty much."

"You ever done anything like that? I mean, just hook up with someone randomly and get down to it?" He swiped the sandwich around his bowl slowly, looking over the pig. Fella was pretty cute. Little chubby, but Maple always liked that more than those scrawny little guys. Felt like he was going to break them if he got too into things. And those glasses were pretty cute on him too.

Hamilton's cheeks were about to burn up now as he stabbed his salad with a plastic fork. "No. I mean, I've considered it, but..." he trailed off slowly as he rolled a piece of chicken around. Staring into the bowl as if there would be some answer to his questions in the swirl of ranch. "Always kinda chickened out from approaching whoever caught my eye."

Maple couldn't believe, well anything that was happening here. Especially not as he scratched his chin gently and mumbled, "Well, would you want to?" Head snapped up and Hamilton stared at him with wide eyes. It was Maple's turn to blush as he scratched his cheek and leaned in. "I mean, well it's kinda something I've wanted to try too." Rough fingers combed through his head fur slowly, "And well.. I mean you are pretty gosh darned cute too."

Dare he? It wasn't something at all that he'd do normally. Hamilton worried his bottom lip a bit as he stirred his salad around the bowl. Feeling an entirely different sort of hunger churning in his belly now. It was something that he'd thought about doing, but Maple was a complete and total stranger. How'd he know that he could trust the bear?

Wasn't that the point though? To try something with someone that he didn't know? Trust his instinct and see what happened?

Fingers tapped against the tabletop as he leaned in conspiratorially. "Um... Well I've got a box of condoms over at the library." His cheeks flushed, "I mean, I don't have a box. I wouldn't keep them there. I mean I found a box. Someone had left them or something. Probably fell out of a student's bag. Still unopened so they should be good, right? I mean, they've been in there a week or so... and..." he tapped his fingers together. "I'm rambling, aren't I?"

"It's kinda cute though," Maple smiled and glance at his plate. "So, ah, shall we?"

Hamilton looked at the bowl and decided that yeah, why not try and go a little crazy for once. What's the worst that could happen? "Yeah, just follow me I guess."

The pair rose from the table and shuffled outside, dropping their leftovers into the way out. Hamilton shuffled along at a brisk pace, leaving Maple to amble along behind. Not that he minded since the pig had a cute little wiggle to his butt when he walked. That curly tail twitching with every few steps. Made him just imagine what that cute little pink rump would be like. Or maybe Hamilton was more of a top? Naw, didn't seem like that. Really hard to know though. He hadn't been with a boar before.

He followed Hamilton into the library, looking around as the pig hurried along through the building. Stealing a quick glance around, he took in the layout fairly quick. It was a nice place, wall of windows lining the front of the building to let in lots of light. They passed some stairs that curled up and around to a second floor and beyond. Hamilton hurried on past them though, so Maple didn't get much chance to look.

Through a door marked for employees and down a hall quickly. "So, what do you do here?" Maple looked at the rather plain walls.

Hamilton was fishing a set of keys out of his pocket, "A bit of everything. Lots of office work mainly. Supply, ordering, organizing, stuff like that." Fingers deftly sorted the keys, working on memory more than anything else. "It's why a lot of lost and found stuff ends up in here."

It wasn't so much an office as it was a store room. Row upon rows of shelves loaded with books and plastic and who knows what else. Ears perked up as he looked over the office before glancing towards his porcine partner. Hamilton had dropped his bag onto a cabinet and was rooting around in one of his drawers. He caught Maple's look and blushed cutely before ducking his head. "Just trying to find out where I'd put those. Must have fallen out of some college student's bag or something." He fell off into a mumble before lifting a box, "Ah, here." The pig glanced at the box, cheeks coloring, "Uh, are magnums okay?"

Not sure what drove him there, but Maple rounded the desk and leaned in. Lips pressing tight to Hamilton's in a kiss. The boar let out a surprised little grunt before practically melting into the embrace. Pressing up into the bear with a soft shiver. Maple's fingers stroked over his partner's sides, tracing down to Hamilton's backside. Cupping and pulling it towards him. The muffled grunt turning into a soft squeal. He shuffled back, not to get away, not with how his hands pulled at Maple's arms.

The bear followed the pull, pressing his larger frame against the pig's plusher form. Thighs bumped off the desk before Hamilton hopped up. Mouth opening just enough to invite the bear in for more.

Maple broke the kiss before it could get too heavy. He could feel his cock pressing tight against his pants, straining the fabric. Tongue slid over Hamilton's parted lips as he whispered, "Magnum is just one of those advertisement things really. Make a guy feel big and mighty."

"Oh," Hamilton snorted softly, "So... um, do you need to feel big and mighty?"

It was Maple's turn to blush a bit as he chuckled and leaned back, "Show me yours if I show you mine?" He reached down to grab his belt, pulling at it.

"Okay. I mean, it's kinda what we're here for." Hamilton hopped off the desk and grabbed at his own belt. "Um... On three?" He asked, tearing his eyes away up to Maple's with a nervous smile before dropping his gaze back to the male's crotch. "One."

They mirrored each other. Belts chiming as they came off. Both of their gazed dropping lower as fingers played across the top of their pants. "Two," offered Maple. Buttons popping lose and zippers dropping.

Hamilton hesitated on the zipper for a second before following suite. Holding onto the edge of his pants to keep them from dropping. Nose twitched as he took a snorting sniff. Picking up the bear's heavier scent as it began to waft up. He could almost make out the bulge of the ursine's cock, straining against his boxers. His own straining against his underwear as he licked his lips nervously. "Thr-three."

Thumbs hooked into underwear and pulled down. Cocks springing free as the males stared at each other. Both cocks were uncut, veins pulsing along the thick flesh as they bobbed in the air. Both stared at the cocks for a long moment.

Hamilton was the first to move this time. Curiosity overcoming the shyness as his fingers slipped around the cock and played with it slowly. "I dunno how this is gonna fit..." he trailed off as he rolled the bear's foreskin back and rubbed his crown. A shiver came from the bear as he uttered a growl-like moan, pressing into the hand.

Ears perked curiously, "SO you want to take it? I'd wondered who was going to be pitching." Maple leaned in to bite at the neck gently. Sucking on the neck with a soft murmuring as hips arched towards the hand. Fingers playing against the exposed crown and making him huff.

"Uh, yeah I guess... Hadn't done this too much." He was panting now as the teeth grazed his neck. Eyes rolled as a shiver raced through his body. Cock jumping with his excitement as the pig uttered a rolling moan. He let out a deeper groan and jumped against the larger bear. Feeling how his body bounced off that slab of meat in front of him. "Oh fuck," came the breathless groan. He shuffled, caught between the bear and his desk as he groaned.

Maple let his teeth gently rake across the neck as he uttered a growl. Arching into his partner. "Gonna make a mess in your office?"

A lower huff came from Hamilton as he shuffled. Turning within the ever shrinking space between Maple and the desk. He was able to breathe when the bear took a step back. Shivering to himself as he leaned against the desk. "People always call it the pig stye anyway," he snorted a laugh, huffing as his cock twitched against his belly. His fingers kneading the desk as Maple shifted behind him. Glancing down, Hamilton looked at the keyboard and the paperwork on his desk.

Now that he thought about it, really didn't want to get any of that messy. Mind raced as he tried to figure out what to do. How to keep himself from ruining the reports he'd spend hours on. Thinking fast, he pulled up his underwear enough to tuck his cock back into it. Not the ideal situation, but he could make do with it. Home wasn't more than a couple minute's walk away.

Maple had moved to grab the box of condoms. Part of him wanted to be careful and open the box up, try to sneak one out so that maybe when the owner came back around, they wouldn't miss it hopefully. Took him a couple seconds to realize just how silly that sounded. So he ripped the box open and snatched one of the squares out. Been a while since he'd used one, but not like they were hard to get on there. Just whip it out and roll it on, make sure that it wasn't ripped or anything. Yep, all good and all ready for the fun part.

Well, he was, but was Hamilton? He looked over his partner and lifted a brow when he saw the librarian had lifted his underwear up, but kept his pucker exposed. Well, a bit weird, but maybe the boy liked it? Hard to tell. Well, either way he looked like he was mostly ready to play.

Long tongue slipped over his fingers as he breathed out a low murmur. Getting them a bit slick before reaching down to rub the boar's backside. Hamilton gasped, hips lifting as his rear shook. Entire body trembling with excitement. The finger teasing the back door before pushing in slowly. Hamilton uttered a little squeal, covering his mouth with one hand as he leaned forward. Feet shuffling apart as he shoved his body back with a grunt. Maple chuckled, resting a hand on the boar's back as his fingers pushed against the pucker. Sliding in and out slowly to help the male relax.

Hamilton was panting when the finger kept prodding him. Making his hips jump back as his entire frame shook with the sheer erotic thrill of it all. Here he was, in his office, with a stranger he'd met just a half-hour or so ago. A shiver raced up his spine when Maple pulled his finger out and moved up close behind him. Hands resting on his hips, the bear shuffled up behind him. "Ready?"

This was it. Last chance to back off. Was there really a chance? It was one thing in the cafe, but now that they were in his office? If he'd gotten a good read off Maple earlier, then he was sure that the bear would back off if he'd asked. Maybe, possible.

"Yeah."

Maple could hear that nervous tremor in the voice. He was just as nervous as well. His own gut churning with excitement and budding need as he huffed. Pressing that covered cock to the pucker, he said a silent thanks to whoever had bought lubed magnums, and pushed in.

His growling groan clawed its way up his throat as he hunched over his partner. Hamilton's voice raising in a low squeal as the thick cock spread his tight little rump. The pig's breath caught in his throat, coming out in short gasps as he arched. Doing his best to relax around the throbbing length as it dove deeper into his tight backside.

Leaning in, the bear pressed his larger body against his partner. Curling a hand around Hamilton's waist, he let the other come down on the desk. Teeth brushed against the neck with a low growl as he began to thrust. Increasing his pace steadily now. Feeding himself deeper with each pass. The bear jerked hips back, body smacking hard against the pig's plump rump. Hamilton let out a squeal, head dropping as bear buried himself in his body. Form trembling as he breathed out a deeper huff.

Maple let him rest for a moment before starting to pound the pig with shorter thrusts. Low grunts getting buried into Hamilton's neck as he narrowed his eyes. Groaning and huffing, the bear kept his motions shallow. Teeth pressing to neck as he built up speed. The sound of flesh on flesh filling the room. Competing with the low moans that grew louder and louder as the pair went on.

Reaching a hand around, Maple gripped the dripping cock through the pig's underwear. That squeal breaking free again as he jumped. Driving himself between hand and groin. Unable to control himself anymore as he just lost himself to it all. Heavy balls jumping and bouncing within his underwear as his eyes rolled back, tongue hanging out of his maw. Oh fuck, he knew he needed it, but didn't think he needed it this badly. It had been a few days since he'd had time to do anything, but...

Hamilton let out a squeal and bucked his hips. Body trembling as he came hard. Staining his underwear with his copious cum.

Maple let out a growl, body pressing tighter to Hamilton. The feel of that tight rear clamping and pulling at him drove the bear to hammer even faster now. Eyes narrowing as he began to huff and grunt. Nostrils flaring wider as he took a deep whiff of his partner's scent. That heavy aroma of a male's cum filling his senses. Making his eyes roll back as he grunted. The noise deep and primal. Barely able to hold himself together as his balls drew up.

Slamming forward with everything he had, he drove his partner into the desk. Metal feet scraping off the ground as he emptied his balls into the condom. He rocked and jerked his hips with each spray, huffing and growling as his climax rattled through his frame.

The pair pressed tight together, hips rolling slowly as they shared a moan. Hamilton looked over his shoulder with flushed cheeked, panting. Maple leaned in and ran his tongue over Hamilton's lips before pressing tight with a kiss. A low growl rolling up his throat. Hand sliding under the pig's shirt to rub the swell of his belly.

Hamilton broke the kiss with a giggle, "That tickles." He breathed out a low huff and leaned back with a soft moan. "Damn, that was good." Rear clenched lightly, feeling the bear's still hard cock lodged deep in his ass. "Still hard?"

A playful growl came up the bear's throat, "I can usually go two or three rounds easy."

"Two or three." Ears perked up tall as he shivered. The pig glanced towards the clock on his wall and chewed on his bottom lip.

"Oh lord. That seems incredible, but..." he looked at the clock and sighed, "I need to get back to my place and clean up before that meeting."

"Kinda surprised you pulled up your undies for that. I mean, we've got that whole box of condoms there." He drew back slowly, a hand resting on Hamilton's back as he drew out. Grabbing the condom as it began to slide off. Peeling it away, he wrapped it up quickly and tied off a quick knot before looking around.

Hamilton's cheeks flushed hot as he coughed, glancing around as well before remembering he had a bag from shopping earlier. Grabbing it from the trash, he held it out for the bear, smiling. "Um... I had a great time. Just a shame that we have to just clean up and run really." He glanced down at his crotch and giggled with embarrassment. "Well, I wasn't really thinking right. Just wanted to get to it, honestly. Glad we did even if we made a mess." Speaking of, he grabbed a wet nap from the container on his desk. Using it to wipe himself down a bit.

Maple dropped the condom into the bag and took one of the offered wipes, using it on his privates slowly. Shivering as the cool feeling of the alcohol washed over his junk. "Well, could give you my phone. But be a bit of a drive lest I get that place." He gave the pig a sideways grin. "Although if that deal goes through then maybe we could start seeing each other? Go on a date or two? Do that whole netflix and chill thing at whoever has the better couch?"

The cheeks flushed a bit more as the boar smiled and leaned, giving a nuzzling kiss, "Well that does sound good. Could show you around a few places there." He reached down to pull up his pants, shivering at the feel of his cum stained underwear underwear being pressed against his underwear. "Um, where did I put my phone?" He looked around for his bag, having forgotten where he put it in the rush of everything that had happened. "Ah, there."

Maple chuckled, half sitting on a clear spot on the desk. "So what meeting do you have? Been kinda dodgy about it the entire time." He perked his ears, watching as the boar dug through his shoulder bag.

"Yeah, sorry about that. It's nothing bad, just... " Hamilton trailed off for a moment as he fished out his phone and played with it. No messages from the guy he was supposed to be meeting up with. "Well, I'm supposed to be meeting up with a guy to see about renting out a spare room I've got. Roommate left a couple months back. Thought I could handle things on my own, but you know how it can be." He breathed out a little sigh, "So I roughed it as best I could until a few things came up." He rolled his shoulders in a shrug, "I'm just hoping that Mr. Ruburm shows up. He hasn't sent any messages or anything. So if he doesn't show, you can always give me a call. Anyway, here's my number."

The bear's ears were perked, "Huh. Ain't that one of those funny coincidences. Small world that someone else named Ruburm is supposed to be meeting with you tonight. Speaking of," he pulled his phone out of his pocket and turned it back on. "Should probably send Scrofa a message. Say I'll be waiting for him and where he wants to meet up."

"Scrofa?"

"Eyep."

"Well..." Hamilton trailed off for a moment. He took a step and sat down in his chair, crossing arms over his stomach. "Tell me, Mr. Maple Ruburm. When do you think you'll be interested in looking at the apartment?"

Maple blinked at him for a moment before understanding dawned on him. The bear's muzzle splitting into a sideways grin. "Well, thinking I just might, Mr. Hamilton Scrofa."